| Delicate |
| We might kiss |
| we are alone |
| nobody's watching |
| 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 known |
| And why do sing Hallelujah |
| If it means |
| nothing to you |
| Why do you sing |
| with me at all |
| |
| We might live |
| like never before |
| 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 you've known |
| And why do 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 you've known |
| why do sing Hallelujah |
| If it means |
| nothing to you |
| Why do you sing |
| with me at all |