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 Throw his clothes to the wind to dance a jig, in my skin And be remade by your cleansing again I give you myself, it's all that I have Broken and frail, I'm clay in your hands An' I'm spinning unconcealed Dizzy on this wheel, for you my love ♪ I'm like Peter crying, crowing burning my ears Still you come near, you take my hand And place it upon an eternal chance I give you myself, it's all that I have Broken and frail, I'm clay in your hands An' 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 An' I'm spinning unconcealed Dizzy on this wheel, for you my love