Texty: Jeremy Messersmith. Beautiful Children.

Warm house, cold hands
I was standing outside trying to find your doorbell
At 2 AM, I ran all the way hope that you weren't sleeping
You rubbed your eyes
Gently with the palm of your left hand
We talked awhile
And you told me how much you appreciated me
And I knew that it was time for me to stay or leave

So I started walking home
Sowing teardrops in the snow
We'll be friends forever
But I'm afraid that you'll never love me

You met someone
At that show when you went home for the weekend
And he makes you laugh
And somehow I remind you a little of him
Two perfect hands
A part time job but says that he loves children
But I lost my tongue
Until now you never felt that you'd missed anyone
And even though it's early you think it could be love

Another heartsick lullaby but I can't seem to make you cry
We'll be friends forever, but I'm afraid that you'll never love me

Does he love you?
Does he love you?
I hope he loves you
If he doesn't,
At least you'll have beautiful children
Beautiful children