Please
We've been crippled in love, short changed, hung out to dryWe've chalked on the walls a slogan or two about lifeStood dazed in the doorway, the king and queen of clownsWe've been flipped like a coin, both of us landing face-down
So please, please, let me grow old with youAfter everything we've been through, what's left to proveso please, please, please, oh please let me grow old with you
We've been living with sorrow, been up, down and all aroundWe've buried our feelings a little too deep in the groundStood dazed in the doorway, the king and queen of clownsWe've been flipped like a coin, both of us landing face-down
But tied to the same track, the two of us look backAt oncoming trains aheadHow many more times can we lay on the lineWatching our love hang by a thread