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 
 
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