You don't believe you should be loved   so you've constructed defenses against it   You've built an armor out of wounds and scars   from one who hurt you when you were just a little kid   But your disguises are very thin   and just beneath them is sensitive skin   So if you want me, here I am   here's my sordid past, here's my well-kept secrets, here's my sins   there's nothing to trust, there's nothing to forgive   there's only your hands, there's only your skin   and the tender mercies falling down on them   Oh love, oh love, won't you allow love to show you how   to allow tender mercies to rain down?   I know it seems hard to believe   there can be mercy in the midst of misery   I know it's easier to shut it off   cuz nothing gained means that nothing can be lost   But you've known suffering oh so well   that if you miss her I'm sure she'll take you back again   So if you want me, here I am   here's my bad habits, here's my longing, here's my willingness   there's nothing to trust, there's nothing to forgive   there's only your hands, there's only your skin   and the tender mercies falling down on them   Oh love, oh love, won't you allow love to show you how   to allow tender mercies to rain down?