Open arms 
I was starved 
White desert ground 
I was dry 
A hungry child 
I lived my life dotted 'i's 
Knotted fingers toed the line 
I lived my life dotted 'i's 
These knotted fingers toed the line 
Then your open arms, your open arms, your open arms
I've been crying all of my life i guess 
And all my smiles were just cringing and tired 
Now your sleeves are drying my eyes 
I find these bleary sights are cuff polished and bright 
I've been crying all of my life 
But here entwined in sinew and fire