Please
So you never knew loveUntil you crossed the line of grace.And you never felt wantedTill you'd someone slap your face.So you never felt aliveUntil you'd almost wasted away.
You had to win, you couldn't just passThe smartest ass at the top of the classYour flying colours, your family treeAnd all your lessons in history.
Please, please, pleaseGet up off your knees.Please, please, please, please, oh yeah.
And you never knew how low you'd stoopTo make that callAnd you never knew what was on the groundTill they made you crawl.So you never knew that the heavenYou keep you stole.
Your Catholic blues, your convent shoes,Your stick-on tattoos now they're making the newsYour holy war, your northern starYour sermon on the mount from the boot of your car.
Please, please, pleaseGet up off your knees.Please, please, pleaseLeave me out of this, please.
So love is hardAnd love is toughBut love is notWhat you're thinking of.
September, streets capsizingSpilling over down the drainsShard of glass, splinters like rainBut you could only feel your own pain.
October, talk getting nowhere.November, December; rememberWe just started again.
Please, please, pleaseGet up off your knees, yeah.Please, please, please, please, ah.
So love is bigIs bigger than us.But love is notWhat you're thinking of.It's what lovers dealIt's what lovers stealYou know I've found itHard to receive'Cause you, my loveI could never believe.