We waste in infertile ground
Nothing but sage
It's just like sweeping
Weeds in the wind
Nothing stays in
Your old lovers
Never leave the room
Count them two by two
Long after you're gone
They'll trouble you
If you keep holding on
Yeah we jumped
From the burning bridge
From lost many thing
We swam to the shore
We're not fruit to skin and toss away
Everyday
Right off the ground
Your old lovers
Never leave the room
Count them two by two
Long after you're gone
They'll trouble you
If you keep holding on