With My Hands Out - Mount Eerie, Julie Doiron, Fred Squire

I want to go back across that sea

With my hands out, with my hands out

And I will rise from the water

Though I’m cold and wet, I will be clean

I want to come back from this robbery

With my hands up, with my hands up

And I will lie down and be handcuffed

Take me, I will be yours

Dripping wet

Just try and hold me

I am dripping wet and limp