Hole In My Hand en Benjamin Francis Leftwich

There is nothing you can 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 put a hole in my hand to see you
I drew a line into the sand to be with you

Can you hear me call your name?
In the Winter it sounds the same
When my gun jams, my heart stops again
I close my eyes and see you

I put a hole in my hand to see you
I drew a line into the sand to be with you

I wanna come home
And I wanna come soon
I wanna come now
And I want it to be with you

I put a hole in my hand to see you
I drew a line into the sand to be with you