Open Arms Testo

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