Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die
Honestly what will become of me
I donīt like reality
Itīs way too clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we donīt see
We missed everything daydreaming
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Travelling I always stop at exits
Wondering if Iīll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets it and I donīt cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why
And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day until the feeling went away
And the clouds were dropping and the...
The rain forgot how to bring salvation
The dogs were whistling a new tune barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die
Por Nelly Furtado
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