Crossing blades with a haunting past Is going to bring you nothing but resentment and disgrace If you cling to your regrets endlessly You will end up thinking you felt everything you'll ever feel Wasted chances scattered like bodies rotting in the sun We'll take off no matter if on a wing and a prayer I must stop to catch my breath To recover while the darker side that now governs my soul lays dormant Hell is what we do to ourselves It's time to accept the fact that even the wisest men cannot see all ends Crossing blades with a haunting past Is going to bring you nothing but resentment and disgrace If you cling to your regrets endlessly You will end up thinking you felt everything you'll ever feel If good rain knows the best time to fall then I'll wait patiently I know I will I know I will If good rain knows the best time to fall then I'll wait patiently I know I will I know I will