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
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 I'll 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 don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why
Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die
Dogs were barking at the new moon
whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon
And the sun was wondering
if it should stay away for a day
until 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
