Sixpence None The Richer

Dizzy
Lyrics：Matt Slocum
Music：Matt Slocum

I'm like Thomas doubting
Fingers rooting the scars
In your wrists and side
Touching flesh will make my mind believe

But I want to be like David
Throwing his clothes to the wind
To dance a jig in my skin
And be remade by your cleansing again

Chorus
I gave 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 in my palm
An eternal chance

Chorus

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