'Cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm folding into myself
You could die a thousand ways and I'd still love you back to life
And it hurts coming back to life
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change?
I had a mean sleep over you
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain?
Had shut down half my mind just to steal the space you left behind
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain
I am lost to the longing, I am moulded by the memory
Who will find me under this mean sleep
And it hurts coming back to life
And it hurts coming back to life
But my needs rising angry and my loneliness like quicksand
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain
'Cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm folding into myself
Who will find me under this mean sleep
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
Who will find me under this mean sleep
I had a mean sleep over you
You could burn a thousand days and I would need no other light
And it hurts coming back to life
I had a mean sleep over you
And it hurts coming back to life
I had a mean sleep over you
And it hurts coming back to life
I had a mean sleep over you
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
I had a mean sleep over you
