Bruce McCrae - Palm of Your Hand Lyrics

An orchestra of fools plays in my head
Bashing out a symphony to beat the band
The battle starts over
Hand in hand we faced the world and barely flinched
Chasing down the bills we made ends meet
You mother me father

And so it was
The sticks and the stones
Soul mate and lover
The palm of your hand
And so it was
The blessed and the charmed
Don't see the trouble
The lie of the land

Two figures glide and they sore
The melody that carries them so pure
Seems a short walk to heaven from here
Four figures dance holding hands
The melody that carries them all mine
Seems a short waltz to heaven from here

A photograph of us lies on the bed
Hopeful eyes and dreams fill our heads
Those evenings of summer
Wardrobe empty contents bare
A stain of perfume is all you left
The battle's well over
And so it was you took it all in
Thought he was trouble
To you more of a man
Exit the stage, the cast and the played
Bursting our bubble in the palm of his hand