All good come to those who wait
Or so they say
And after the sunshine come the rain
It feels like pain after pain
We may be over the past
And we forget real fast
But is the past over us
I doubt
And in the desert I´m crawling
And into the sand I´m falling
But I´ll be back on my feet again
I hope
Walking into the whiskey bar
There´s alot of people i don´t care for
And the woman I´m gonna love some day
I lived through life without touching the pain
I´m stumbing out of the whiskey bar
The sun replaced with a mourning star
You lived your life like a neon slave
All the different paths leading to the grave
All of us are dying in our own arms
All of us are dying in our own arms
All of us are dying in our own arms
In the end
All of us are dying in our own arms
In the end | 
