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 yearsI'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 yearsWhat 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 jeansWhat do I have to say to make you stay? What do I have to do to make you happy?
