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 mebut really life is daintywe 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 cryI 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 tuneBarking at the new moonHoping 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