We sat alone in the park
You drew a picture of a tree
I drew a hot-air balloon
You said that you thought it was neat
We grazed our knees
As we went running on the hillside
By the seaside
And that's when I got stung by a bee
You crushed its legs
With the sole of your shoe
I cried and begged you to stop
You didn't think that it was cruel
And you lost your limbs
There were explosions that day
And Mr. Bee, your enemy
He just flew away
And hold it down now
And hold it down now
I am young now and I was then
I am lost in a world that fits inside the palm of your hand
I am young now and I was then
I am lost in a world that fits inside the palm of your hand
The palm of your hand
The palm of your hand
The palm of your hand
The palm of your hand
The palm of your...
Hand
Hey-yeah
Hey-yeah
Your hand
Your hand
It's the palm of your hand