Sunday, October 30, 2005

This Is How I Feel Right Now

Delicate - Damien Rice (With Love to Tracey who first let me listen to it)

We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
I might take you 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 (that) you've known

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

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 you
Why do you sing with me at all?

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 you
Why do you sing with me at all?




1 comment:

tobie said...

:-(


hope you feel better.
I love you.
And I miss you.

So much.