Delicate – Keaton Henson

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 feel 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?

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