I think about the love I live A figure made of clay I think about the things I've lost The things I give away And when I'm in a certain mood I search the halls and look One night I found these magic words in a magic book Throw it away Throw it away Give your love, live your life, each and every day Keep your hands wide open Let the sun shine through Cause you can never lose a thing if it belongs to you There's a hand to rock the cradle There's a hand to help us stand With a gentle kind of motion As it move across this land And to hands are clenched and open To survive the love it brings So keep your hands wide open If you need anything Throw it away Throw it away Give your love, live your life, each and every day Keep your hands wide open Let the sun shine through You can never lose a thing if it belongs to you