delicate roots

Yebba

Maybe I could be your superhero
Set if off in the end
Swinging from the edifice
And landing in the palm of your hand
Or maybe I could be some old forgotten trinket
Put on a shelf
Moving it from here and there
Till pride s the only thing you got left

Delicate roots
These are the lines in my room
Collecting the dust
Come way too close and I ll shoot
I ll shoot, I ll shoot
I ll shoot, I ll shoot, I ll shoot

Clean-cut like a razor blade
You sting just like a sore in my mouth
Body like a bottle
Made no effort any way to stand out
You say nobody s perfect
But my filter wouldn t work in a drought
Our levels of perception had me moving
Even further down South

Delicate roots
These are the lines in my room
Collecting the dust
Come way too close and I ll shoot
I ll shoot, I ll shoot, I ll shoot
Ah
I ll shoot, I ll shoot, I ll shoot
I ll shoot, I ll shoot, I ll shoot
I ll shoot, I ll shoot, I ll shoot
I ll shoot, I ll shoot, I ll shoot
I ll shoot, I ll shoot, I ll shoot
I ll shoot, I ll shoot, I ll shoot
I ll shoot, I ll shoot, I ll shoot
I ll shoot, I ll shoot, I ll shoot

Maybe
Maybe, just maybe
Maybe

Maybe I could be your superhero
Set it off in the end
Swinging from the edifice
And landing in the palm of your hand
Or maybe I could be a trinket on a shelf
Moving here from there
Pride s the only thing you got left