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?