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

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...

-Damien Rice, Delicate-