God's Plan

You belong with me
I'm tracin' a line
I'm tracin' the lines of your hand
You collapse in threes
Show me inside
You're wasted and wide
Like dead sand
You confide in me
Shamed and maligned
Shaped and defined by God's plan
You belong to me
You're crossing a line
You're cold and confined
You're no friend
I'll wait for a sign
I'm tracin' the lines of your hand
Of your hand
Of your hand
What's yours can be mine
I'm tracin' the lines of your hand
Of your hand
Of your hand
You belong with me
Tonight at least we can die in silence
Is it worth it now?
Tell me, is it worth it now?
Is it worth it now?