With my head in your hands I can only hope To find you listening For all the things that we do not say Must be painful for you Holding it back that way But I think I like the pace Only alone can I make my escapes And with my head in your hands Do I think I can find the strength To get up again With a tongue in your cheek You may find it easy To admit defeat And in this round about way You can convince yourself That you don't have to stay But I think I like the pace Only alone can I make my mistakes And with my head in your hands Do I think I can find the strength To get up again