Sixpence None the Richer — Dizzy

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