The Calm And The Crying Wind

Painted pistols

And all the cheap thrills

And the words that collide

And all the poets

And all the pain pills

And the god on your side

It don't help you

It never will

And we all get older

And older still

But morning is peaceful

Like it's always been

The calm and the crying wind

It's awkward and painful

To wish for the end

'Cause the end is gonna come

But baby I love you

Like I did back then

Like the west and the setting sun

And I ain't been sleeping

And I'm tired as hell

And I stare art the ceiling

And talk to myself

But morning is peaceful

Like it's always been

The calm and the crying wind