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?