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