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

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

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