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