What can we scrape together. With just the flesh as evidence. Handfuls of hate. And the bittersweet ambivalence. . 'Cos I am pushin' 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 mean sleep over you. And it hurts 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 mean sleep over you. And it hurts hurts coming back to life. I am lost to the longing. I am moulded by the memory. Had to shut down half my mind. Just to still the space you left behind. 'Cos I am pushin' 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 mean sleep over you. And it hurts hurts coming back to life. Coming back to life. . I had a mean sleep. had a mean mean sleep over you. I had a mean sleep. . And it hurts hurts coming back to life….