I imagine the whole world on their tippy toes
With arms stretched out to imaginary goals
Will we ever hold them I hope so
When the wind comes
We may think our wishes float away in air
But they are still there
With this invisibility it’s hard to be sure
But they are already actually in our hands
An impossible question it seems
Where they are, if they’ll stay
Where they’ve been, or where they’ll land
Outstretched arms
But nothing’s ever granted
All these hands
No one’s clapping
I am in the reaching field, struggling for the height of love
We would argue bout the details of keeping peace
They were blended and my arms extended, but not to you
We’ve got our reasons and we’ve got our views
It’s a selfish position to take, forgive me it will never change
Outstretched arms
But nothing’s ever granted
All these hands
No one’s clapping
I’ve been in the reaching field, struggling for the height of love
For the height of love,
For love love love love
I do it for love