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 lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
