Lying-in-the-hands-of-god

Baby I’ll be your soldier
Gladly I’ll do your bidding
For just a taste of what you’re holding
For just a taste you could own me

Save your sermons for someone that’s afraid to love
I’ll be right here lying in the hands of God

Here it comes diving into me
Now the floor is the ceiling
If you never flew why would you
Cut the wings off a butterfly

Save your sermons for someone that’s afraid to love
If you knew what I feel then you couldn’t be so sure
I’ll be right here lying in the hands of God

If you feel angels in your head
Teardrops of joy run down your face
You will rise

Fill me up now drain me
Skin begins to grow back slowly
Faster until I’m choking
I really should call my mother

Save your sermons for someone that’s afraid to love
If you knew what I feel then you couldn’t be so sure
I’ll be right here lying in the hands of God

I am in love with nothing else
Teardrops of joy run off my face
I will rise

For someone that’s afraid to love
If you knew what I feel then you couldn’t be so sure
I’ll be right here lying in the hands of God

Now the floor is the ceiling
If you never flew why would you