Half Past Midnight

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