Elvis Costello - She

She
May be the face I can't forget.
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay.
She may be the song that summer sings.
May be the chill that autumn brings.
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.

She
May be the beauty or the beast.
May be the famine or the feast.
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell.
She may be the mirror of my dreams.
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd.
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry.
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past.
That I'll remember till the day I die

She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is

She, she, she

Nelly Furtado - All Good Things (Come To A End)

Ah! ah! ah!
Honestly, what would become of me?
Don't like reality, it's way too clear for me
Really, life is dandy, we are what we don't see
We miss 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?

Travelling, 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...

(chorus)

Well, the 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
'til 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
Whisteling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon
So that they could die.