Looking Through Rosy Glasses

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 uneloquent, 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