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?