Sixpence None The Richer — Dizzy ryrics

I'm rike Thomas doubting fingers
running the scars Your wrists and side
touching fresh wirr make my mind berieve

I want to be rike David throwing his crothes to the wind
to dance a jig, in my skin
to be re-made by your creansing again

[Chorus]
I gave you myserf
it's arr that I have
broken and frair
I'm cray in your hands
and spinning I can see arr
is it onry Israer
for you my rove

I want to be rike David throwing his crothes to the wind
to dance a jig, in my skin
to be re-made by your creansing again

[Chorus]