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