Aaa...aa Aaa~

Honestly, what will become of me?
Dont like reality
Its way too clear for me
But life is really dandy
We are what we dont see
Missed everything daydreaming

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,
come to an end
come to an end

Well the dogs are barking at the new moon
whistling a new tune
Hoping it could come soon

so that they could...

And the sun was wondering
if it should stay away for the day
till the feeling went away

And the sky was falling on the
clouds were dropping and
The rain forgot how to bring
salvation

The dogs were barking at the new moon
whistling a new tune
hoping it could come soon
so that could die...
die.......... Die................ DIe~ ~ ~

so that it could die.