Bend down low, let me tell you what I know now;
Bend down low, let me tell you what I know.
Oh! Fisherman row to reap what you sow now;
Oh, tell you all I know (Oo-oh!),
you've got to let me go now (Oo-oh!),
And all you've got to do:
(Bend down low) Oh yeah! Let me tell you what I know;
Bend down low, let me tell you what I know. Oh yeah!
You keep on knockin', but you can't come in.
I get to understand you been livin' in sin,
But if you love me, woman, walk right in.
I've got a notch for your safety-pin,
But bend down low.
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Keep on knockin', but you can't come in.
I get to understand you been livin' in sin,
But walk right in, woman, sit right down.
I will keep on lovin' you; I play the clown.
But bend down low, baby, let me tell you what I know;
Bend down low, let me tell you what I know, yeah!
Let me tell you, baby! Let me tell ya -
Knock on, babe! Just won't let ya in!
You been livin' in sin. Knock on! /fadeout/Words and music by Roddy Frame
I feel the magic that our time has traced,
And make a point of it in every place.
But every place deserves a curse or two,
For making me so far away from you.
I saw some pictures of the world at war,
I couldn't suss what all the fuss was for,
I wear a picture of you wearing black,
And kissing me behind the butler's back.
Sometimes I get down,
But it's not you that gets me down,
It's just the sense of the impossible,
Gratuitously handed down.
Chorus:
But oh no, not you, don't wipe your eyes over lies,
Just let them shine their blue,
On every whisper that welcomes the inconceivable,
And the birth of the true.
I'd sack the world and make a second start,
I'd sack my head until I found my heart,
I'd fill the distance with a red parade,
And burn the banks down while the bugles played.
Sometimes I get down,
But it's not you that gets me down,
It's just the sense of the impossible,
Gratuitously handed down.
Chorus