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