So you never knew love. Until you'd crossed the line of grace. And you never felt wanted. 'Til 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 colors. 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. 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.