Текст песни
And it hurts coming back to life, i had a mean sleep over you
from our long worn emotions
Who will find me under this mean sleep, and it hurts coming back to life Sleep, coming back to life
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain, how could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
and i m folding into myself
without a lover to wake me
You could burn a thousand days and i would need no other light, i had a mean sleep over you
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, how could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
i had a mean sleep over you
i am molded by the memory
and it hurts coming back to life
I am lost to the longing, and it hurts coming back to life Sleep, how could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain
how could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain
I had a mean sleep over you, how could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain
I had a mean sleep over you, how could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
who will find me under this mean sleep
i had a mean sleep over you
i am lost to the longing
From our long worn emotions, how could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain
you could burn a thousand days and i would need no other light
cuz i am pushing cobwebs
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain, i had a mean sleep over you Mean, how could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
and it hurts coming back to life
Without a lover to wake me, who will find me under this mean sleep
Cuz i am moving cobwebs, how could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain
and i m folding into myself
and it hurts coming back to life
i had a mean sleep over you
And my loneliness like quicksand, had to shut down half my mind just to fill the space you left behind
had to shut down half my mind just to fill the space you left behind
how could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
cuz i am pushing cobwebs
how could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain
Cuz i am pushing cobwebs, how could the need deceive us into thinking things might change Nikka, i had a mean sleep over you
And it hurts coming back to life, and my loneliness like quicksand
and it hurts coming back to life
and my loneliness like quicksand
i had a mean sleep over you
Who will find me under this mean sleep, and it hurts coming back to life, cuz i am pushing cobwebs
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change, from our long worn emotions Sleep, i had a mean sleep over you