Delicate
We might kiss when we are aloneWhen nobody's watchingWe might take it homeWe might make out when nobody's thereIt's not that we're scaredIt's just that it's delicate
So why’d you fill my sorrowsWith the words you've borrowedFrom the only place you've knownAnd why’d you sing HallelujahIf it means nothing to youWhy’d you sing with me at all
We might live like never beforeWhen there's nothing to giveWell how can we ask for moreWe might make love in some sacred placeThe look on your face is delicate
[The repetition of the second stanza] x 2