Delicately

A very "Delicate" song I realised among Damien Rice's O album - try listening to it ------>
(there's a very long opening though)

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 do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've know
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do 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


O Damien, you're such a tortured old soul.
As mesmerising and haunting you sound
As if the world has stopped
And your chilling words jump right at us
Piercing the air with deadly accuracy