Lyrics Dizzy - Sixpence None The Richer

Dizzy

Im 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
I gave you myself
Its all that I have
Broken and frail
Im 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