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Sixpence None The Richer - Dizzy Lyrics

I'm like Thomas doubting
Fingers routing the scars
In your wrists and side
Touching flesh will make my mind believe

But I want to be like David
Throwing his clothes to the wind
To dance a jig in my skin
And me remade by your cleansing again

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 burn in my ears
Still you come near, you take my hand
And place in my palm an eternal chance

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 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