I'm staring at the ground
I'm bloodless, thrown away from the sun
What's lost cannot be found

I can't return your tears
If I ever live to be a thousand years


I'm staring at the ground
I never wished you a broken heart
Coincidence put you down

He won't withdraw those tears
If you ever lived to be a thousand years


What do I have to say to make you stay?
What do I have to do to make you happy?


I'm staring at the ground
I wish I could bring the spring to your door
To the coldest side of town

I carry your wounded dreams
Like the devil's deeds in the pocket of my jeans


What do I have to say to make you stay?
What do I have to do to make you happy?