Crisis In The Slow Lane The XCERTS

I still have your painting
It's set on my wall
And is the man behind you
Screaming come on home ?
Will you come home ?

And if I only hurt you
Why sit in the winter cold
With me for company ?
For I am just a black cloud
Don't you know your God
Will let you down
And you still ask why

We all say
We are tired of feeling low
We tired being alone
Destroy a head
But not your own
But if we make it
To see morning coffee
Then I swear you'll find answer
Yeah I swear you'll find an answer

I can see your father
Painted in the sky
No there was not an artist
Not even a last goodbye
So he longs to hear the words
That will make you feel much better
Still what's better is
The cross you lay upon will say
That i knew your God would let you down