What can we scrape together with just the flesh as evidence handfuls of hate
And the bittersweet ambiveience cause I am pushing cobwebs and I?m folding
Into myself
Who will find me under this mean sleep
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain how could the need
Deceive us into thinking things might change I had a mean sleep over you and it
Hurts coming back to life
You could burn a thousand days and I would need no other light you could die a
Thousand ways and I?d still love you back to life but my needs rising angry and
My loneliness like quicksand who will find me under this mean sleep
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain how could the need
Deceive us into thinking things might change I had a mean sleep over you and it
Hurts coming back to life
I am lost to the longing I am moulded by the memory had to shut down half my
Mind just to still the space you left behind cause I am pushing cobwebs and i?m
Folding into myself who will find me under this mean sleep
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain how could the need
Ceceive us into thinking things might change I had a mean sleep over you and it
Hurts coming back to life I love this song