Woorden: Seven Places. Yours.

Echoes the sound of a rusty box
Around it goes till out something pops
A toothless lion, he is weak and he is old
And he scares me every time

I feel my knees shake underneath
Can't hear myself through my
Almost shattered chattering teeth
But without fail Your Spirit sweeps me
Off my feet, so I can scream

What's left to see is that
I'll always be just Yours
And all that I am I lay down in Your hands
'Cause I'm Yours

l was inevitable until Your love was edible
I've tasted and seen that You're the one for me

What's left to see is that
I'll always be just Yours
And all that I am I lay down in Your hands
'Cause I'm Yours

What's left to see is that
I'll always be just Yours
And all that I am I lay down in Your hands
'Cause I'm Yours

What's left to see is that
I'll always be just Yours
And all that I am I lay down in Your hands
'Cause I'm Yours

What's left to see is that
I'll always be just Yours
And all that I am I lay down in Your hands
'Cause I'm Yours