Damien Rice - Delicate

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Bütün gece dinleyip, yorgunluğumu atabilirim şuan... Nasıl bir yorgunluktur ki, ne zamanında uyuyabiliyorum, ne uyanabiliyorum... Zihinsel olarak ne kadar yorgunsam, bedensel olarakta bir o kadar yorgunum... Daha bu genç yaşımda bu kadar yorgun hissetmemin "sebebi ne olur" gibi korkuyla karışık sorularım var zihnimde... Bu yorgunluk 3 noktaları arttırıyor yazılarımda... Neyse dinleyip, dinlenme zamanı... Yarın sınav var...

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