Sunday, December 31, 2006

HeArT SoNg.....

ALL GOOD THINGS (come to an end) ....This is one song that pratically wraps up the entire year for me........ it's like a FULL circle song... ya know wat i mean...... it's sung by Nelly Furtado... Watch the video on my blog.........enjoy.......... (*ps-Grab a piece of tissue...it's a teary-eyed kindda of a song)


ALL GOOD THINGS (come to an end)
Honestly what would become of me,
Dont like reality,
It's way too clear to me
but really life is dainty
we are what we dont think
missed 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?
Come to an end,Come to end,
Why do all good things come to an end?


Traveling I only stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain set in and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why.

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 end,
Why do all good things come to an end?
Come to an end, Come to end,
Why do all good things come to an end?


Well the dogs were whistling in a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping to would come soon so that they could
Dogs were whistling in a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Die-----, Die-----,Die-----,Die---------

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 end,
Why do all good things come to an end?
Come to an end, Come to end,
Why do all good things come to an end?


Well the dogs were barking at a new moon,
Whistling a new tune,
Hoping it would come soon,
And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day till the feeling went away
And the sky was falling and 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 would come soon so that they could die.

WoRdS oF tHe InDiAn GeiShA at 12:00 AM