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

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