All The Good Things

by Nelly Furtado

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
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 endcome

Travelling 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 sets in and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why

Well 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 die die die die

De chamas a cinzas, de amantes a amigos, porquê que todas as coisas boas acabam? Adorava poder acrescentar alguma coisa a isto, mas a verdade é que a menina Nelly Furtado diz tudo. A minha pergunta é mesmo essa: why do all the good things come to an end? Eu espero que nem sempre seja bem assim...


fotografia tirada pelo je, em frente ao CCB, Lisboa, a 3 de Fevereiro de 2006