Lyrics:
Painted pistolsAnd all the cheap thrillsAnd the words that collideAnd all the poetsAnd all the pain pillsAnd the god on your sideIt don't help youIt never willAnd we all get olderAnd older stillBut morning is peacefulLike it's always beenThe calm and the crying windIt's awkward and painfulTo wish for the end'Cause the end is gonna comeBut baby I love youLike I did back thenLike the west and the setting sunAnd I ain't been sleepingAnd I'm tired as hellAnd I stare at the ceilingAnd talk to myselfBut morning is peacefulLike it's always beenThe calm and the crying wind