I`m like thomas doubting
Fingers routing the scars
Of your wrists and side
Touching flesh will make my mind believe
But i want to be like david
Throw his clothes to the wind
To dance a jig, in my skin
And be re-made by your cleansing again
Chorus:
I give you myself
It`s all that i have
Broken and frail
I`m clay in your hands
And i`m spinning unconcealed
Dizzy on this wheel
For you my love
I`m like peter crying
Crowing burning my ears
Still you come near
You take my hand
And place it upon an eternal chance
Chours x2
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