Try (The Purgatory Sessions)
Way, way down the line
When we're both grey and old
I beg of you, open up my letters
Tell me stories of drinking wine
How he took you out for dinner
How you danced all night
Tell me that you found someone better
And I want you to try
As I want you to fly
I ain't saying you should be alone
For the rest of your life but
You rip his heart out
Way, way down the line
When we're both sixty-four
I beg of you, open up my letter
No, I won't be telling stories 'bout drinking wine
Where I'm born, I'm bound to die
Carefully choosing every letter
And I want you to try
And I want you to fly
I ain't saying you should be alone
For the rest of your life but
You rip his poor heart out
And I want you to try
As I want you to fly
I ain't saying you should be alone
For the rest of your life but
You rip his heart out
Wait, wait, wait in line she said
Until your cold coyote comes
I beg of you
Open up my letters
And I want you to try
As I want you to fly
I ain't saying you should be alone
For the rest of your life but
You rip his poor heart out
And I want you to try
As I want you to fly
I ain't saying you should be alone
For the rest of your life but
You rip his heart out
When we're both grey and old
I beg of you, open up my letters
Tell me stories of drinking wine
How he took you out for dinner
How you danced all night
Tell me that you found someone better
And I want you to try
As I want you to fly
I ain't saying you should be alone
For the rest of your life but
You rip his heart out
Way, way down the line
When we're both sixty-four
I beg of you, open up my letter
No, I won't be telling stories 'bout drinking wine
Where I'm born, I'm bound to die
Carefully choosing every letter
And I want you to try
And I want you to fly
I ain't saying you should be alone
For the rest of your life but
You rip his poor heart out
And I want you to try
As I want you to fly
I ain't saying you should be alone
For the rest of your life but
You rip his heart out
Wait, wait, wait in line she said
Until your cold coyote comes
I beg of you
Open up my letters
And I want you to try
As I want you to fly
I ain't saying you should be alone
For the rest of your life but
You rip his poor heart out
And I want you to try
As I want you to fly
I ain't saying you should be alone
For the rest of your life but
You rip his heart out
Credits
Writer(s): Albin Richard Meldau
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