Dave Matthews Band
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?