The Grim Reaper hangs over Elizabeth But he's never seen her He just watches the freight of passing trains With these four chords and a heart d'Or I will lay thee down to rest I still haven't found what I'm looking for Don't say the answer is in the test Do you ever recover from the wishes of the night Do you know what's in the message of a shooting Star Do you know what it takes? To cut the demons from where you are We have bad tattoos and harmless taboos Tucked beneath our belts We can't comprehend how a life can end We only know from what we've felt With these four chords and a heart of gold I will lay thee down to rest I still haven't found what I'm looking (Mining) for But did I try my, my, did I