Delika
Philip Miller
Sometimes I get to thinking
We're more delicate than this
And we throw ourselves away for things
As simple as a wish
We struggle through the day shine
Then lie awake at night
And when a wind comes blowing
We crumple and kill the light
Girl I know you're thinking
"How long can this really last?"
You think you've found a lover
But you're feeling made of glass
Still one thing to remember
"We're sent hardships from above"
But I've always got an outstretched hand
And you'll always know my love
