Lyrics Delilah - Jordan Klassen

Delilah

There is red on the hardwood
Scattered flames at your feet
If your strength is soft and fading
It’s Delilah that’s your thief
I came in by your doorway
Fresh and blue to the world
«Here is love» I was screaming
«Here is love and you’re my girl»
And your joy was a song
Like a storm to my dreams
Shaking apples from the tree
And the weather was cold
But the blood that I stole
Brought me home, warm to my bed
Brings me home, warm to my bed
I have seen you take the poison
Watched the hair fall from your brow
And I know that forever
Feels a lot like here and now
There is joy as a song
Like a storm to your dreams
Painting portraits of your soul
And the weather is cold
But the life that you stole
Brings you home, warm to your bed
Brings you home, warm to your bed