Letra de «Don't dream it's over»
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
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 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 loveI 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
