Delicate Roots Songtext
von 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 ′til 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, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, ooh

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

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
I'll shoot, I′ll shoot, I′ll shoot

Maybe
Maybe, just maybe
Maybe
Hey, yeah


Maybe I could be your superhero, set it off in the end
Swinging from the edifice and landing in the palm of your hand (oh-oh)
Or maybe I could be a trinket on a shelf
Moving here from there
Pride's the only thing you got left, yeah, yeah