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