Lying In the Hands of God Songtext
von Dave Matthews

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
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?
Fly


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
Teardrop of joy runs down your face
You will rise

Fillin′ me up now drain me
Skin begins to grow back slowly
Faster until I'm choking
I really should call my mother
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
Teardrop of joy runs 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
If you never flew why would you
You
Why would you