Delicate - Scott Quinn

Broken skin, shattered bones,

Worn out eyes, tired souls.

But did you live for something?

What did you live for?

Did you love or did you fight?

Did you fear the darkest nights?

Tell me what you lived for?

Tell me what you live for?

When you drew your last breath,

Was there someone there beside you?

Or did you work yourself to death

for a man who’ll never know your name?

We’re always fast to forget.

We’re not built like vast machines

but brittle glass just made to wreck.

To wreck.

So remember,

remember,

just remember,

How delicate we are, yeah.

Delicate we are, yeah.

Delicate we are, yeah.

Delicate we are,

delicate we are.

Broken heart, shattered hope.

So worn out, too tired to cope.

Is this what you live for?

This this what you live for?

We’re only human, we hurt the same.

You’re not a number, you have a name.

Let me tell you what to live for.

I’ll tell you what to live for.

When you draw your last breath,

make sure there’s someone there beside you.

And don’t work yourself to death

for a man who will never know your name.

Don’t be fast, don’t forget,

we’re not built like vast machines,

but brittle glass just made to wreck.

To wreck.

So remember,

remember,

just remember,

How delicate we are, yeah.

Delicate we are, yeah.

Delicate we are, yeah.

Delicate we are,

delicate we are.

How delicate we are, yeah.

Delicate we are, yeah.

Delicate we are, yeah.

Delicate we are,

delicate we are.

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