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