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
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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

Songwriter(s): Matthew Preston Slocum
Copyright: Squint Songs, My So-called Music
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