Hands, arms, hug I need something I can see, feel, touch So I know I'm not alone (and I know I'm not alone) Because you're here with me Lips, sounds, words I need to know that I am seen, known, heard So I know you truly care (and I know you truly care) Because you're here with me I'm looking out through rosy glasses And I'm digging for those words that may convince the masses Of those stone-faced hypocrites who've lost their innocence That they are not alone Take a chance It's okay if you desire romance So do not be afraid to take a few steps out in faith And let yourself go I'm gazing out through rosy glasses And I'm searching for those words that may convince the masses Of the timid ineloquent, shy irreverent They can be loved and known I'm looking out through rosy glasses And my heart is longing to convince the masses Of those pathological rebellious prodigals They can be loved and known Hands, arms, touch Is it making sense that I need your love? For I know that you are real It's just sometimes nice to feel you there