Lyrics Delicate Hands - The Long Winters

Delicate Hands

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