Delicate Hands - The Long Winters

You play hard to want

You’re hard to crumble up

I belong to someone already gone

Hard to want

You’re hard to crumble up

I belong to someone gone before I was born

She’s was gone

She was gone before I was born

The last time we crossed

I held you under

Wanting to feel you

Wanting to breathe

And I thought

You wanted to feel like breathing

You have delicate hands

And I know why

You have delicate hands

And I know why

There’s nothing left to do

Not when you

Have the ocean for a view

The last time we crossed

I held you under

Wanting to feel you

Wanting to breathe

And I thought

You wanted to feel like breathing

And I thought

You wanted to feel like breathing

The weight of this hairstyle is making me lazy

I think I’m going to leave it up all night

I want to feed you butter-rum candy

But someone beat you to me

Beat you to me

Someone beat you to me

The last time we crossed

I held you under

Wanting to feel you

Wanting to breathe

And I thought

You wanted to feel like breathing

The last time we crossed

I held you under

Wanting to feel you

Wanting to breathe

And I thought

You wanted to feel like breathing