Hole In My Hand

There is nothing we could say or do

To stop the world from tearing us in two

From your heart where I drew a line

Through the water and down your spine

I blew a hole in my hand to see you

I drew a line through the sand to be with you

Can you hear me call your name?

In the winter it didn't sound the same

When my gun jams, my heart stops again

And I close my eyes and see you

I blew a hole in my hand to see you

I drew a line through the sand to be with you

I blew a hole in my hand to see you

I drew a line through the sand to be with you

I wanna come home

And I wanna come soon

I wanna come out

And I want it to be with you

I wanna come home

And I wanna come soon

I wanna come out

And I want it to be with you

I wanna come home

And I wanna come soon

I wanna come out

And I want it to be with you

I wanna come home

And I wanna come soon

I wanna come out

And I want it to be with you

I wanna come home

And I wanna come soon

I wanna come out

And I want it to be with you

I blew a hole in my hand to see you

I drew a line through the sand to be with you