As soon as You stepped through my door,
I saw You for the first time all over again.
And time well spent seems
Lonelier than the way it used to go.
I smell You for the first time all over again
I'll begin to remember to (feel it)?
So if you don't mind
I think I'll wear my heart on my sleeve,
'Cause I'm tired of not being able to breathe.
All of us are searching for an open arm.
Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark
When it's the same old word giving me the spark.
I failed the lost
For some time I slipped, stumbled,
But fell face first straight
In Your hand.
Then I hit my head on Your palm
And wakened up to the smell of
Tears drying up in the sand.
I washed my wounds with tears of hope.
I washed my wounds with tears of hope.
I just ...
All of us are searching for an open arm
Well, it's a shame how I pull myself apart.
When it's the same words making me run for cover to
Your arms.

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