Lying in the hands of god - live from atlantic city

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 hair

Teardrop of joy runs down your face

You will rise

Filling me up, now drain me

Skin begins to grow back slowly

Faster till 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

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?

If you never flew, why would you?

You

Why would you?