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