We might kiss when we are alone, when nobody's watchin'. 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'ya fill my sorrow with the words you've borrowed from the only place you've known? Why d'ya sing hallelujah if it means nothin' to ya? Why d'ya sing with me at all? We might live like never before. When there's nothin' to give how can we ask for more? We might make love in some sacred place: that look on your face is delicate.
Etichette: canzoni
