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]