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



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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]