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