I hope you're happy now
I could never make you so
You were a hard man
No harder in this world
You made me cold and you made me hard
And you made me the thief of your heart

Winter is cold, oh
But you're colder still
And for the first time
I feel like you're mine
I share you with the one
Who will mend what falls apart
And turn a blind eye
To the thief of your heart

Oh, you lost
Oh, you lost all
You lost all
You lost all

I'll never wash these clothes
I want to keep the stain
Your blood to me is precious
Nor would I spill it in vain
Your spirit sings
Though your lips never part
Singing only to me
The thief of your heart

Oh, you lost

Oh, you lost
Oh, you lost all
Lost all

Oh, you lost
Oh, you lost all
Lost all

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Gavin Friday, Morris Roycroft, Paul David Hewson