Sad boys with guitars.

Delicate - Damien Rice.

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'd you fill my sorrows
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known?
And why'd you sing Hallelujah,
If it means nothing to you?
Why'd 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'd you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place that you've known?
And why'd you sing Hallelujah,
If it means nothing to you?
Why'd you sing with me at all?

And why'd you fill my sorrows
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place that you've known?
Why'd you sing Hallelujah,
If it means nothing to you?
Why'd you sing with me at all?