Please

so you never knew love until you crossed the line of grace and you never felt wanted till 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 colours your family tree and all your lessons in history please... please... please get up off your knees... please.. please... please... so you never knew how long you'd stoop to make that call and you never knew what was on the ground till 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... leave me out of this please 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... talking getting nowhere... November... December... remember... are we just starting again...? please...please... please get up off your knees please.. please... please... so love is big 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've found it hard to recieve 'cause you my love I could never believe