I'm like Thomas doubting fingers Running the scars Your wrists and side Touching flesh will make my mind believe
I want to be like David throwing his clothes to the wind To dance a jig, in my skin To be re-made by your cleansing again
[Chorus] I gave you myself It's all that I have Broken and frail I'm clay in your hands And spinning I can see all Is it only Israel For you my love
I want to be like David throwing his clothes to the wind To dance a jig, in my skin To be re-made by your cleansing againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.