God's Plan - CHVRCHES

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?