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