Honestly, what will become of me?
Don't like reality.
It's way too clear to me,
but really life is daily.
We are what we don't see.
We miss everything daydreaming.
Flames to dust, lovers to friends.
Why do all good things come to an end?
Flames to dust, lovers to friends.
Why do all good things come to an end?
Only this way I could find again
the courage to, to take another chance on us
in spite of everything.
To run far away from here now
and ask ourselves what was the reason.
Tomorrow we'll come back like this,
I'll come back to you, to you, to you, to you, to you.
Flames to dust, lovers to friends.
Why do all good things come to an end?
Flames to dust, lovers to friends.
Why do all good things come to an end?
Come to an end? Come to an?
Why do all good things come to an end?
And the dogs were whistling a new tune,
barking at the new moon,
hoping it would come soon
so that they could.
Dogs were whistling a new tune,
barking at the new moon,
hoping it would come soon
so that they could die.
I already feel it.
It's like getting lost.
If you try to believe in us,
I'll try it like this.
I can believe in this.
I'll come back like this.
We'll come back like this.
Flames to dust, lovers to friends.
Why do all good things come to an end?
Flames to dust, lovers to friends.
Why do all good things come to an end?
Come to an end? Come to an?
Why do all good things come to an end?
Come to an end? Come to an?
Why do all good things come to an end?
Well, the dogs were barking at the new moon,
whistling a new tune,
hoping it would come soon.
And the dogs were barking at the new moon,
whistling a new tune,
hoping it would come soon
so that they could die.