You'll get sick of my shit
and i'll get sick of yours.
 
 'cause all things 
come to an end.
And all seasons -
bound to change.

 There's nothing for us to do.
Sit and watch the clouds
comes and goes.

 'cause all things 
come to an end.
And all seasons -
bound to change.

All Things Come To An End

i looked for a blue set of eyes.
for next to them, my thoughts sighs.
and the stream in my head,
so twisted she said
barely a word and it stoped.
and i want it to stop again.
i"m a stranfer, i'm a lover,
it's a danger, i'm a fan.
just a bender of routines,
on the streets when i rains.
feelings piles,
remains unnamed.

emptiness i seak to find,
drift into this to blue eyes,
if i could keep you for a while
i'm sure that i won't get a mile away.

in a bed of pillows,
sank, and widows
came to share their grief with me.
to fairy lights we might just close our eyes
for there was nothing else for us to see.
no nothing else for us to see.
just same over flowed me,
sinking in a sea of sweat.
so dry,
so wet.

emptiness i seak to find,
drift into this to blue eyes,
if i could keep you for a while
i'm sure that i won't get a mile away.

Or Otten