Lyrics A Delicate Kind - George Ogilvie

A Delicate Kind

It’s coming to me in an old fashioned way
The reckoning, paid our dues
But we fail to loosen these chains
Something pure and unborn to be nurtured
By only the worthy this time
By only a delicate kind
Drain this body to its natural state
All that bled in me running wild
Before the air takes its place
I’ve not been taught of a wrong or a right way
Just not to refrain from your faith
And let everything fall into place
Let everything fall
It’s coming to me in an old fashioned way
The reckoning, paid our dues
But we fail to loosen these chains
Something pure and unborn to be nurtured
By only the worthy this time
By only a delicate kind
By only a delicate
By only a delicate
By only the worthy this time
By only a delicate kind