/please/
u2/pop

So you never knew love until
you crossed the line of grace
And you never felt wanted
'til you had someone slap your face
So you never felt alive
until you almost wasted away

You had to win
You couldn't just pass
The smartest ass
At the top of the class
Your flying colors
Your family tree
And all your lessons in history

Please...please...please...
get up off your knees
Please...please...please...please...

So you never knew
how low you'd stoop to make that call
And you never knew
what was on the ground
'til they made you crawl
So you never knew
that the heaven you keep, you stole

Your Catholic blues
Your convent shoes
Your stick-on tattoos
Now they're making the news
Your holy war
Your northern star
Your Sermon on the Mount
From the boot of your car

Please...please...please...
get up off your knees
Please...please...please...
leave me out of this

So love is hard, and love is tough
But love is not what you're thinking of

September, streets capsizing
Spilling over down the drain
Shards of glass, splinters like rain
But you could only feel your own pain
October, talk going nowhere
November
December
Remember
Are we just starting again?

Please...please...please...please...

So love is big,
it's bigger than us
But love is not
what you're thinking of
It's what lovers deal,
it's what lovers steal
You know I found it hard to receive
'Cause you, my love,
I could never believe

[back]

(c)pillbox, 1996