Palm of Your Hand

I remember days
Turned into shades of greys
In so many ways
Like trudging through
Wet cement
You knew what I meant
When I tried to tell you
What my life has been
Before I met you
Before I let you
Charm your way
Into my life
I gave you the chance
Because I wanted to believe
That romance
Isn't dead
If it ever had lived
That romance
Isn't just a dream
Always seeming to be
Short lived
The truth is that I
Have never felt
Like I could melt
In the palm of a hand
In the palm of your hand