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?