Delilah - Jordan Klassen

There is red on the hardwood

Scattered flames at your feet

If your strength is soft and fading

It’s Delilah that’s your thief

I came in by your doorway

Fresh and blue to the world

«Here is love» I was screaming

«Here is love and you’re my girl»

And your joy was a song

Like a storm to my dreams

Shaking apples from the tree

And the weather was cold

But the blood that I stole

Brought me home, warm to my bed

Brings me home, warm to my bed

I have seen you take the poison

Watched the hair fall from your brow

And I know that forever

Feels a lot like here and now

There is joy as a song

Like a storm to your dreams

Painting portraits of your soul

And the weather is cold

But the life that you stole

Brings you home, warm to your bed

Brings you home, warm to your bed