God's Not Here to Hear You

Who is gonna make the tables when I'm gone?
If you drop your cards in a fire fight
It could look like we never won
In a sun-kissed rain-drenched town like I
Was raised in where I had to learn to survive
Cos God's not here to hear you when you cry

Who is gonna fight the same ways when I'm gone?
Born from a love that was one in a million
The storm-beaten fallen fathers sleep
Like bones upon these roads
And they're calling to feel you

And they try to break the fever
By blocking out the sun
With a bottle of burning dust

And if you could reads their minds
See they're stronger than
What they left behind
The day that hope died

And they fly when they closedown
Every night in a paradise city
With a bottle of burning rust coloured water

I've been thinking instead of sleeping
I've been shouting when I should have been reading more

It was written in our eyes
And it stung our hearts inside
It didn't matter that we tried
Cos God's not here to hear you when you cry

So who is gonna turn the lights out when I'm gone
The songs of gold from yesterday lying murdered in the sun
And was it hope or was it the glory
That made the moments high

Cos God's not here to see you
And God's never coming to free you
Cos God's not here to hear you when you cry