Mean Sleep - Van Hunt, Nikka Costa

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…