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 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 my memory

Had shut down half my mind

Just to steal 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 deceive us into thinking things might change

I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life