delicate
i may have happened to mention my slight, recent addiction to alias, and my not-so-recent and not-so-slight passion for music. tonight's episode of alias was remarkable on both fronts - the alias-ness, and the music.

the final three or four scenes were glorified with one of the most amazing, sad, beautiful, bitter, loving songs ever written. damien rice. "delicate." i wept for the beauty of the episode and the photography, for the ridiculously complex and bittersweet relationships, and for the fact that some adorable irish boy achieved such aural perfection -- the kind that affects all your senses when all you do is listen.

we might kiss when we are alone... when nobody's watchin' we might take it home
we might make out... when nobody's there
it's not that we're scared it's just that it's delicate

so why'd ya fill my sorrow with the words you've borrowed
from the only place you've known
why'd ya sing hallelujah if it means nothing to ya
why'd ya sing with me at all?

we might live like never before when there's somethin' to give
how can we ask for more?

we might make love... in some sacred place
that look on your face ... is delicate

so why'd ya fill my sorrow with the words you've borrowed
from the only place you've known
why'd ya sing hallelujah if it means nothing to ya
why'd ya sing with me at all...