Please (instrumental take 2) (1997-09-09: MTV Awards rehearsals, Radio City Music Hall, New York, NY, USA) Songtext
von U2
Please (instrumental take 2) (1997-09-09: MTV Awards rehearsals, Radio City Music Hall, New York, NY, USA) Songtext
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 colours, your family tree
And all your lessons in history
Please, please, please
Get up off your knees
Please, please, please
Please, yeah
And 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, 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 drains
Shard of glass, splinters like rain
But you could only feel your own pain
October, talk getting nowhere
November, December
Remember, we just started again
Please, please, please
Get up off your knees, yeah
Please, please, please
Please, ah
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 steal
You know I've found it
Hard to receive
′Cause you, my love
I could never believe
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 colours, your family tree
And all your lessons in history
Please, please, please
Get up off your knees
Please, please, please
Please, yeah
And 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, 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 drains
Shard of glass, splinters like rain
But you could only feel your own pain
October, talk getting nowhere
November, December
Remember, we just started again
Please, please, please
Get up off your knees, yeah
Please, please, please
Please, ah
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 steal
You know I've found it
Hard to receive
′Cause you, my love
I could never believe
Writer(s): Dave Evans, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Paul David Hewson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com