Moment

You're so delicately framed
And sealed from all idle hands
A vision to hold on to,
Imprisoned, but safe

So delicately held, so delicately torn
My tongue feels dry, my hands are torn,
But I reach out again...

Such purpose and strain
To treasure so small a prize
No foe, no threat,
Mistreated, so delicately

So delicately sad, so delicately real
So delicately kept from all who'd steal
And mislead you again... and again... and again
All they do is hide you from, from consequence
But nonetheless you'll chance it someday

It's not logical, it's insane
Why treasure this at all?
When all is but a moment,
And all is lost in that moment's time

So delicately sad, so delicately real
So delicately kept from all who'd steal
And mislead you again... and again... and again
All they do is hide you from, from consequence
So delicately sad, so delicately real

You always seemed to me
Way much more than just simple
But to uncover such mysteries is more
More than my worth,
And the moment passes me by