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 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

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