I'm 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
    [Chorus]
  I gave you myself
  it's all that I have
  broken and frail
  I'm 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
    [Chorus]