Staring at the ground

by Roxette

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?