Song | The Calm and the Crying Wind |
Artist | Trampled by Turtles |
Album | Stars and Satellites |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
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 |
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 |