The Calm and the Crying Wind

Painted pistols

And all the cheap thrills

And the words that collideAnd all the poets

And all the pain pills

And the god on your sideIt don't help you

It never will

And we all get older

And older stillBut morning is peaceful

Like it's always been

The calm and the crying windIt'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 sunAnd I ain't been sleeping

And I'm tired as hell

And I stare art the ceiling

And talk to myselfBut morning is peaceful

Like it's always been

The calm and the crying wind