A Delicate Kind – George Ogilvie

It’s coming to me in an old fashioned way
The reckoning, paid our dues
But we fail to loosen these chains
Something pure and unborn to be nurtured
By only the worthy this time
By only a delicate kind

By only a delicate

Drain this body to its natural state
All that bled in me running wild
Before the air takes its place
I’ve not been taught of a wrong or a right way
Just not to refrain from your faith
And let everything fall into place

Let everything fall
Let everything fall

It’s coming to me in an old fashioned way
The reckoning, paid our dues
But we fail to loosen these chains
Something pure and unborn to be nurtured
By only the worthy this time
By only a delicate kind

By only a delicate
By only a delicate
By only the worthy this time
By only a delicate kind