Hurt - Talking To God lyrics
[Hurt - Talking To God lyrics]
Mother is busy she won't even miss me
And so busy praying and won't see me waiting
I hate all your reasons
They just point to jesus
You can't be awakened when your not mistaken
And I hate your voice
And that fucked up noise
And your clichés and things that
You'd say to me when they burned me then
It still seers today
Embedded in a memory that won't change
How can you talk to God
How can you talk to God
How can you talk to God
When you won't talk to me?
Yea how can you talk to God
How can you talk to God
How can you talk to God
When you won't talk to
So I begged you just for a word
That through the day you might have heard
Andshe wouldn't listen to my words
Always I'll remember some good times, and
Some winters in times when I
Wasn't too dirty for mud
When you'd hit your boys
In that fucked up voice on your black days
Oh the things that you'd say to me
When they burned me yea, they burned me
Oh they burned me yea, they burned me
So how can you talk to God
How can you talk to God
How can you talk to God
When you won't talk to me?
I know every little word of all
The things that I have heard
So how can you talk to God
When you won't talk to me
When HE won't talk to me
Someday you'll be better then me
Yea someday you'll be better then me
But, you won't talk to
And so busy praying and won't see me waiting
I hate all your reasons
They just point to jesus
You can't be awakened when your not mistaken
And I hate your voice
And that fucked up noise
And your clichés and things that
You'd say to me when they burned me then
It still seers today
Embedded in a memory that won't change
How can you talk to God
How can you talk to God
How can you talk to God
When you won't talk to me?
Yea how can you talk to God
How can you talk to God
How can you talk to God
When you won't talk to
So I begged you just for a word
That through the day you might have heard
Andshe wouldn't listen to my words
Always I'll remember some good times, and
Some winters in times when I
Wasn't too dirty for mud
When you'd hit your boys
In that fucked up voice on your black days
Oh the things that you'd say to me
When they burned me yea, they burned me
Oh they burned me yea, they burned me
So how can you talk to God
How can you talk to God
How can you talk to God
When you won't talk to me?
I know every little word of all
The things that I have heard
So how can you talk to God
When you won't talk to me
When HE won't talk to me
Someday you'll be better then me
Yea someday you'll be better then me
But, you won't talk to