Delivered From

It's about sex, duh.

DELIVERED FROM
Maddie McGuire
(c) 2000 GirlMoon Music

(G)(A)(D)
Let me see the things that angels wouldn't show,
(G)(A)(D)
Point me in the direction, and come when I go.
(G)(A)(D)
Smells like we're burnin' though it's still so cold!

{chorus}
(G)(A)(C)
Delivered from my lonesome den.
(G)(A)(C)
Delivered from bein' lonely again.
(G)(A)(C)
Delivered from an empty bed.
(G)(A)(C)
Delivered from a clouded head.

You know I die when you're with your friends,
And when you smile I am in your hands,
And every time it makes me crawl in bed,

And wish to have you oh so close to me.
You know you'll always set me free.
Now, do you see how I wish to be...

{repeat chorus twice}