Olivia Lukes - pretty hands Lyrics

Scribble in the window mist
You got too much to say
The sun shines through your messages
The trace of your fingertips against my frame
Makes you wonder why it turned out this way

Well I bet she has pretty hands
The kind that can understand
The maze to your eyes, forget about your mind
I'll bet she paints butterflies
And loves the summer sky
She'd let you take photographs
So unlike me

Keep all the harmonies you took when you left
My ears are filled with emptiness
Your voice was my favorite noise
Now my music is gone
Makes you wonder why the song was so long

Well I bet you're her biggest fan
She'd show you her favorite bands
Have three kids and a picket fence
Just like we planned
And I bet she has pretty hands
Makes you feel like a man
She'd make your world disappear
Unlike I can