please... canción sobre los problemas de Irlanda del Norte

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 flying colors, your family tree
And all your lessons in history

Please... please... please...
Get up off your knees
Please... please... please...
Please...

(One, two, three, four)

So you never knew... how low you'd stoop to make that call
And you never knew... what was on the ground until 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-yeah... please... please...
Leave me out of this place

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

September, streets capsizing
Spilling over down the drains
Shards of glass, splinters like rain
But you could only feel your own pain

October, talk getting nowhere
November... December... remember
We just start it 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 thinking of

It's what lovers deal
It's what lovers feel
You know I've found it hard to receive

Cause you my love I could never believe.