Saturday, December 26, 2009

Delicate- Damien Rice

We might kiss when we are alone.
When nobody's watching
we might take it home.
We might make out
when nobody's there.
It's not that we're scared,
it's just that it's delicate.

So why'd you fill my sorrows
with the words you've borrowed
from the only place you've known?
And why'd you sing hallelujah
if it means nothing to you?
Why'd you sing with me at all?

We might live like never before.
When there's nothing to give,
well, how can we ask for more?
We might make love in some sacred place.
The look on your face is delicate...

So why'd you fill my sorrow
with the words you've borrowed
from the only place that you've known?
And why'd you sing hallelujah
if it means nothing to you?
Why'd you sing with me at all?

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