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"


A verdade nunca pode ser verdadeiramente dita...