Delicate

We might kiss when we are alone 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 sorrows With the words you've borrowed From the only place you've known? And why do you sing Hallelujah If it means nothing to ya? 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 So why do you fill my sorrow With the words you've borrowed From the only place that you've known? And why do you sing Hallelujah If it means nothing to ya? Why do you sing with me at all? Why do you fill my sorrow With the words you've borrowed From the only place that you've known? Why do you sing Hallelujah If it means nothing to ya? Why do you sing with me at all?

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