Hole In My Hand

Benjamin Francis Leftwich

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