With My Hands Out

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'll be yours Dripping wet, just try and hold me Try and hold me, just try and hold me Oh, try and hold me, just try and hold me Just try and hold me, just try and hold me I am dripping wet and limp