The Long Winters

Delicate Hands

The Long Winters


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