What can we scrape together

With just the flesh as evidence

Handfuls of hate and the bittersweet ambivalence

'Cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm folding into myself

Who will find me under this mean sleep



How could the clouse 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 loneliness like quicksand

Who will find me under still mean sleep



How could the clouse 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 my memory

Had 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 clouse 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