I'm staring at the gorund,
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?