Lletres: U2. Pop. Please.

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

You had to win, you couldn't just pass
The smartest ass at the top of the class
Your flyin' 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 makin' 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, yeah, please, please
Leave me out of this please

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

September, streets capsizin'
Spillin' over down the drains
Shards of glass splinters like rain
You could only feel your own pain

October, talk gettin' nowhere
November, December
Remember, we just startin' again

Please, please, please
Get up off your knee there
Please, please, please, please

So love is big, is bigger than us
But love is not what you're thinkin' of

It's what lovers deal, it's what lovers steal
You know I've found it hard to receive
'Cause you, my love, I could never believe