Text:
All Good Things
Honestly what will become of me
I 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
[Chorus]
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 an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
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 sets 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 an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
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
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 an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
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 til 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 would come soon so that they could die. |
Preklad:
Všetky dobré veci
Úprimne - čo sa zo mňa stalo,
nemám rada realitu, je to pre mňa cesta, ako sa očistiť,
skutočne, život je úžasný, sme to, čo nevidíme,
chýba nám všetko každodenné snívanie.
Z plameňa prach, z milencov priatelia,
prečo všetky dobré veci končia,
z plameňa prach, z milencov priatelia,
prečo všetky dobré veci končia (končia, končia)...
Cestujem, zastavujem len na výjazdoch,
čudujem sa, či zostanem mladá a neposedná,
žiť týmto spôsobom ma menej stresuje,
chcem ujsť, keď zomrie sen,
bolesť do mňa vniká a ja neplačem,
už cítim len gravitáciu a čudujem sa prečo.
Z plameňa prach, z milencov priatelia,
prečo všetky dobré veci končia,
z plameňa prach, z milencov priatelia,
prečo všetky dobré veci končia (končia, končia)...
OK, psy si popiskovali novú melódiu,
brechajúc na nový mesiac,
dúfajúc, že to čoskoro príde,
takže by mohli...
Psy si popiskovali novú melódiu,
brechajúc na nový mesiac,
dúfajúc, že to čoskoro príde,
takže by mohli zomrieť, zomrieť, zomrieť, zomrieť.....
Z plameňa prach, z milencov priatelia,
prečo všetky dobré veci končia,
z plameňa prach, z milencov priatelia,
prečo všetky dobré veci končia (končia, končia)...
Keď psy brechali na nový mesiac, popiskujúc si novú pieseň,
dúfajúc, že to čoskoro príde a slnko pochybovalo,
že by sa to dalo odložiť o jeden deň, kým sa nestíšia city...
a nebo padalo a mraky sa skláňali a dážď zabudol, ako priniesť spasenie...
Psy brechali na nový mesiac, popiskujúc si melódiu,
dúfajúc, že to čoskoro príde, takže by mohli zomrieť. |