I'm bloodless thrown away
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
You won't withdraw those tears
If you ever live to be a thousand years
What do I have to say to make
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'd carry your wounded dreams
in the pocket of my jeans
What do I have to do to make you
I'm staring at the ground
I count the cracks so dark on the run
When everything comes around
I can't return your tears
If I ever lived to be a thousand years
What do I have to say to make
What do you want from me to
What do I have to do to make
I'm staring at the ground,