Babies (The In Between)
A baby in a restaurant
so tiny her head fit into her father's hand
and as he looked into her eyes she smiled
not bothered by the loudness of the live rock n' roll band
and as i watched them both i longed to cradle you in my arms again
all i could really think of was
that i longed to hold my babies
a little later that same night
a child of eight or nine entered the dining room
she had the pale, poetic grace [of the age]
she was so tired she could hardly keep her eyes from closing
and as i watched her older sister lay her down between two chairs to
sleep
all that i was thinking was
that i wanted to hold my babies
looking at photographs
watching you grow before my eyes
remembering the moments the instant
before the camera saw them
and as i smile at all the times we shared, i'm reminded of all the in between
christ, how i miss you, both then and now, my babies
i longed to hold you in my arms, to know you're by my side
to feel your little hands in mine, to look into trusting eyes
i longed to be your daddy, felt guilty for not being there for you
oh, how i miss you, my babies
so tiny her head fit into her father's hand
and as he looked into her eyes she smiled
not bothered by the loudness of the live rock n' roll band
and as i watched them both i longed to cradle you in my arms again
all i could really think of was
that i longed to hold my babies
a little later that same night
a child of eight or nine entered the dining room
she had the pale, poetic grace [of the age]
she was so tired she could hardly keep her eyes from closing
and as i watched her older sister lay her down between two chairs to
sleep
all that i was thinking was
that i wanted to hold my babies
looking at photographs
watching you grow before my eyes
remembering the moments the instant
before the camera saw them
and as i smile at all the times we shared, i'm reminded of all the in between
christ, how i miss you, both then and now, my babies
i longed to hold you in my arms, to know you're by my side
to feel your little hands in mine, to look into trusting eyes
i longed to be your daddy, felt guilty for not being there for you
oh, how i miss you, my babies
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Andrew Hurley, Patrick Stump, Joseph Trohman, Wesley Eisold
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