I want to go back across that sea
With my hands out, with my hands out
And I will rise
I will rise from the water
And though I'm cold and wet I will be clean
I want to come back from this raw breeze
With my hands up, with my hands up
And I will lie
Hung and be handcuffed
Take me, I'll be yours
Dripping wet, just try and hold me
Just try and hold me.
I am dripping wet and limp.