Sixpence None The Richer - Dizzy lyrics

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