Some people live with their arms open wide
Eager to give, nothing to hide
Some people live with their hearts on their sleeves
There if you stay
There if you leave
You know someone like that
Whose days make no sense
How could everyone
Pass by love condensed?
Everyone knows that if they're in his hands
Nothing to prove, makes no demands
Everyone goes when they've each had their fill
The could come back, doubtful they will
You know someone like that
Whose days make no sense
How could everyone
Pass by love condensed?
Each night he sees in the wake of a dream
Reasons to wish, ways to believe
Someone will trace the map that he drew
Some whose love's been condensed too
How could everyone
Pass by love condensed?