Bon, ces vieux irlandais avec un clip jugé scandaleux en son temps. Mais je crains que le lien ne disparaisse vite vue la vitesse des maisons de disque à faire fermer les vidéos.
So you never knew love
Until you'd crossed the line of grace
And you never felt wanted
Till you had someone slap your face
And 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 now
Please, please, please
Leave it out
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 now
Please, please, please
Leave it out
'Cause love is big and love is tough
But love is not what you're thinking of
September, streets capsizing
Spilling over and down the drain
Shards of glass, splinters like rain
But you could only feel your own pain
October, talk getting nowhere
November, December
Remember, are we just starting again
Please, please, please
Get up off your knees now
Please
'Cause love is big, it's 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 found it hard to receive
'Cause you, my love, I could never believe
Please, please, please
Get up off your knees, now
Please
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