Delicate - Damien RIce

We might make out when nobody’s there

It’s not that we’re scared

It’s just that it’s delicate


We might live like never before

When there’s nothing to give

Well how can we ask for more?


So why do you fill my sorrow

With the words you’ve borrowed

From the only place you’ve known

And why do you sing Hallelujah

If it means nothing to you

Why do you sing with me at all?

(Fonte: sea-change)