Open armsnI was starvednWhite desert groundnI was drynA hungry childnnI lived my life dotted 'I'snKnotted fingers toed the linennI lived my life dotted 'I'snThese knotted fingers toed the linenThen your open arms, your open arms, your open armsnnI've been crying all of my life I guessnAnd all my smiles were just cringing and tirednNow your sleeves are drying my eyesnI find these bleary sights are cuff polished and brightnnI've been crying all of my lifenBut here entwined in sinew and fire