Dave Matthews Band - Lying in the hands of god - live from atlantic city lyrics

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 bu*terfly 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?