Singh: 21-05-2005 - 7-08-2006 / Pi: 21-05-2005 - 11-08-2006
Artiest: 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 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.
Artiest: Ilse DeLange
No solid ground, no relief to be found.
No promises, no demands, no depending.
Silence, no rules, no bending.
No mystery.
There's only you.
I live inside an empty room that's now inside my head.
And everywhere and all around, only your arms that I feel.
Don't you let go of me.
No comfort, no words and no ending.
Solitude, I am tired of pretending.
Still, there's only you.
I live inside an empty room that's now inside my head.
And everywhere and all around, only your arms that I feel.
Don't you let go of me.
The ceiling high, the walls are wide, no floor beneath my feet.
Nowhere to go, nowhere to be and you're still all that I see.
Don't you let go of me.
Be quiet, maybe you can hear my heart.
Be quiet, maybe you won't break me apart.
It's all down to you. It's all down to you.
It's all down to you. It's all down to you.
It's all down to you.
I live inside an empty room that's now inside my head.
And everywhere and all around, only your arms that I feel.
Don't you let go of me.
The ceiling high, the walls are wide, no floor beneath my feet.
Nowhere to go, nowhere to be and you're still all that I see.
Don't you let go of me.
You're still all that I need. Don't you let go of me.