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?