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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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