Six Pence None The Richer - Dizzy lyrics

I'm like Thomas doubting Fingers routing the scars Of 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 re-made by your cleansing again [Chorus] I give You myself It's all that I have Broken and frail I'm clay in Your hands And 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