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?