Summerpoet: Damien Rice The Poet

Delicate

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 ya 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?

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The three videos are from Sessions@aol. I have listened to Damien for awhile now, but now when I am happy, more when I feel blue and want to just wallow in it for awhile. I haven't known any situation worth having that wasn't somewhat "delicate." Are you ever really not fragile at the same time? I was thinking the other day I can't remember a time when I really was forced to have faith in something new. When you have known people for years and years the faith becomes almost a habit. When is the last time you trusted in something new? When have you made love in some sacred place? By the end of Spring I am going to cook something I've never cooked before, kissed someone I've never kissed before, and painted something I've never even thought of painting. I may write a song, try to sleep in the rain and learn to trust my instincts. If you haven't heard Damien before, I hope you enjoy his angel voice as much as I do.