I don't know what could get to you.
Your skin is stone, I thought you knew.
I've been shooting in the dark at you,
to make visible your new found wounds.

So, I've gotta ask
and I need to know:
What makes you sad?
What makes you sad?
I've got to ask,
'cause I need to know.

Window sun with no breeze in tow.
Late night love and a warm ride home.
All of that with a helping hand
brings up one thing that I've got to ask.

I've got to ask
and I need to know
A little bit about what your heart calls home.

I've got to ask,
'cause I need to know
a little bit about a place you've always known.

I've got to ask,
'cause I need to know:
What makes you sad?
What makes you sad?

I've got to ask,
'cause I need to know.