i had you in the palm of my hand
...and i let you go and i'll never understand

we sit, we sit here in the dark
we talk about life, we talk about the past

i don't know more than you
you don't know more than me
but i know i don't know
what i did to you and me

i had you in the palm of my hand
and i let you go and i'll never understand
i cannot see white flowers at my feet
...only emptiness that swallows me

we hurt, we hurt with our words
we know not what we do
when we say what we say and

you had it all arranged, it shouldn't be this way
but one thing i know is, i am all i despise and

i know, and i know you too and
i know that i will never see you
round here anymore

i had you in my hand... they, say they speak
they know just how i, know just how i feel
but how can they know
how can they know just how i feel

i had you in the palm of my hand
...and i let you go and i'll never see you again