Sixpence None The Richer - Dizzy Lyrics
Im like thomas doubting fingersRunning the scars your wrists and sideTouching flesh will make my mind believeI want to be like david throwing his clothes to the windTo dance a jig, in my skinTo be re-made by your cleansing againChorusI gave you myselfIts all that I haveBroken and frailIm clay in your handsAnd spinning I can see allIs it only israelFor you my loveI want to be like david throwing his clothes to the windTo dance a jig, in my skinTo be re-made by your cleansing againChorus