Please

We've been crippled in love

short changed, hung out to dry

We've chalked on the walls

a slogan or two about life

Stood dazed in the doorway

the king and queen of clowns

We've been flipped like a coin

both of us landing face-down

So please, please

let me grow old with you

After everything we've been through

what's left to prove

so please, please, please, oh please

let me grow old with you

We've been living with sorrow

been up, down and all around

We've buried our feelings

a little too deep in the ground

Stood dazed in the doorway

the king and queen of clowns

We've been flipped like a coin

both of us landing face-down

So please, please...

But tied to the same track

the two of us look back

At oncoming trains ahead

How many more times

can we lay on the line

watching our love hang by a thread

So please, please...