I'm 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
[Chorus]
I gave you myself
it's all that I have
broken and frail
I'm 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
[Chorus]
1 | Kiss Me |
2 | Kiss Me |
3 | There She Goes |
4 | Don't Dream It's Over |
5 | Silent Night |
6 | I've Been Waiting |
7 | Angels We Have Heard On High |
8 | Trust |
9 | Anything |
10 | Love |