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