Song | Mean Sleep |
Artist | Van Hunt |
Artist | Nikka Costa |
Album | On The Jungle Floor |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hunt, Summer | |
What can we scrape together from our loveworn emotions, | |
Handfuls of hate and a bittersweet devotion? | |
Cause I am pushing cobwebs, and I'm floating 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... | |
Without a lover to wake me, 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 had a mean sleep over you, (Over you...) | |
And it hurts coming back to life... (coming back to life...) coming back to life... | |
I am lost to the longing, I am molded by the memory; | |
Had to shut down half my mind just to fill the space you left behind... | |
Cause I am moving cobwebs, and I'm folding into myself; | |
Who will find me under this mean sleep? | |
Oh, oh... | |
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain? | |
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might... things might change? | |
I had a mean sleep over you, | |
And it hurts coming back to life... | |
(Oh...) I had a mean sleep over you; | |
Oh, it hurts, coming back to life... (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... things might change? | |
I had a mean sleep over you, | |
Oh, it hurts coming back to life... | |
Hot mama with the high walk; | |
She got all the low boys lookin' up her dress... |
zuo qu : Hunt, Summer | |
What can we scrape together from our loveworn emotions, | |
Handfuls of hate and a bittersweet devotion? | |
Cause I am pushing cobwebs, and I' m floating 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... | |
Without a lover to wake me, 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 had a mean sleep over you, Over you... | |
And it hurts coming back to life... coming back to life... coming back to life... | |
I am lost to the longing, I am molded by the memory | |
Had to shut down half my mind just to fill the space you left behind... | |
Cause I am moving cobwebs, and I' m folding into myself | |
Who will find me under this mean sleep? | |
Oh, oh... | |
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain? | |
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might... things might change? | |
I had a mean sleep over you, | |
And it hurts coming back to life... | |
Oh... I had a mean sleep over you | |
Oh, it hurts, coming back to life... 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... things might change? | |
I had a mean sleep over you, | |
Oh, it hurts coming back to life... | |
Hot mama with the high walk | |
She got all the low boys lookin' up her dress... |
zuò qǔ : Hunt, Summer | |
What can we scrape together from our loveworn emotions, | |
Handfuls of hate and a bittersweet devotion? | |
Cause I am pushing cobwebs, and I' m floating 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... | |
Without a lover to wake me, 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 had a mean sleep over you, Over you... | |
And it hurts coming back to life... coming back to life... coming back to life... | |
I am lost to the longing, I am molded by the memory | |
Had to shut down half my mind just to fill the space you left behind... | |
Cause I am moving cobwebs, and I' m folding into myself | |
Who will find me under this mean sleep? | |
Oh, oh... | |
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain? | |
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might... things might change? | |
I had a mean sleep over you, | |
And it hurts coming back to life... | |
Oh... I had a mean sleep over you | |
Oh, it hurts, coming back to life... 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... things might change? | |
I had a mean sleep over you, | |
Oh, it hurts coming back to life... | |
Hot mama with the high walk | |
She got all the low boys lookin' up her dress... |