You don't believe you should be loved
so you've constructed defenses against it
You've built an armor out of wounds and scars
from one who hurt you when you were just a little kid
But your disguises are very thin
and just beneath them is sensitive skin
So if you want me, here I am
here's my sordid past, here's my well-kept secrets, here's my sins
there's nothing to trust, there's nothing to forgive
there's only your hands, there's only your skin
and the tender mercies falling down on them
Oh love, oh love, won't you allow love to show you how
to allow tender mercies to rain down?
I know it seems hard to believe
there can be mercy in the midst of misery
I know it's easier to shut it off
cuz nothing gained means that nothing can be lost
But you've known suffering oh so well
that if you miss her I'm sure she'll take you back again
So if you want me, here I am
here's my bad habits, here's my longing, here's my willingness
there's nothing to trust, there's nothing to forgive
there's only your hands, there's only your skin
and the tender mercies falling down on them
Oh love, oh love, won't you allow love to show you how
to allow tender mercies to rain down?