All Good Things (Come To An End)

by Nelly Furtado


Today is just another lazy Sunday morning. So much has changed in the past 2 years that I feel very tired. I woke up to download some music I had heard in clubs/lounges or just over the radio. I then chanced upon Nelly Furtado's latest single.

This is such a beautiful song. While her recent public persona has been more erotic than ethereal, this song is very sobering. It has been said she has a tendency towards the melancholy. It has a style like a breakup ballad with its sombre tone. I say listen as a pure, slightly pensive Nelly Furtado reveals yet another flawless facet of her femininity.

The arrangement just evokes such a strong feeling of regret. The lyrics accompanies the song well. Such a bittersweet aftertaste like when you are trying to forget about breaking up with her.





And, you just have to hear the version with Zero Assoluto.





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LYRICS


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


[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


[Chorus]


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


[Chorus]


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.