Sixpence None The Richer şarkı sözleri
I'm like thomas doubtingFingers routing the scarsOf your wrists and sideTouching flesh will make my mind believeBut i want to be like davidThrow his clothes to the windTo dance a jig, in my skinAnd be re-made by your cleansing againChorus:I give you myselfIt's all that i haveBroken and frailI'm clay in your handsAnd i'm spinning unconcealedDizzy on this wheelFor you my loveI'm like peter cryingCrowing burning my earsStill you come nearYou take my handAnd place it upon an eternal chanceChours x2
