Mean Sleep 歌词
| 歌曲 | Mean Sleep |
| 歌手 | Van Hunt |
| 歌手 | Nikka Costa |
| 专辑 | On The Jungle Floor |
| 下载 | 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... |
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