Dizzy - Sixpence None The Richer

Im 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

I gave you myself

Its all that I have

Broken and frail

Im 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 again