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 you gut will let you down.

and you still ask why



we all day we are tired of feeling low

we tired being low

destroy a head but your your own

but if we make it to see morning coffee

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

still i the cross you lay upon will say that i knew 

your gut would let you down



we all day we are tired of feeling low

we tired being low

destroy a head but your your own

but if we make it to see morning coffee

I swear you'll find answer yeah I swear you'll find an 

answer



we'll find hope

there is a crisis in the slow lane

are you figuring life out

you will miss the point of the question of where you 

are



WE ALL SAY

WE ARE TIRED OF FEELING LOW

TIRED BEING ALONE

DESTORY A HEAD BUT NOT

WE ALL SAY

WE ARE TIRED OF FEELING LOW

TIRED BEING ALONE

DESTORY A HEAD BUT NOT

YOUR OWN

AND IF WE MAKE IT TO SEE MORNING COFFEE

THEN I SWEAR YOU'LL FIND AND ANSWER

YEAH I SWEAR YOU'LL FIND AN ANSWER