Вершы: Spoon. Gimme Fiction. Delicate Place.

I got nothing, you got something, I feel out of place
Looking through your window into the delicate place
Reflections stating obvious mating holds

I'll own up to you if you own up to me
I'll picture for you if you picture for me

Have you got the answer? Have I yet won the part?
Is this just your way of breaking my heart?
Everyone denies it but they just want to be told

I'll hold if for you if you hold it for me
I'll picture for you if you picture for me
The delicate place, the questions it raise
The delicate place, the delicate place

I got nothing, you got something, I feel out of place
Looking through that window into the delicate place

I'll own up to you if you own up to me
I'll picture for you if you picture for me
The delicate place, the questions it raise
The delicate place, yeah, the delicate place, yeah
The delicate place, yeah