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 its always been The calm and the crying wind Its awkward and painful To wish for the end ‘Cuz 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 its always been The calm and the crying wind