i ve been here many times before standing here with broken hands knocking on this broken door i can t decide which way to go and this is just another time i prove to you how little i must know how little i must know here i am back at the start standing here with empty words flowing from an empty heart i m letting down and letting go and just like every other time i prove to you how little i must know how little i must know how little i must know how little i must know how little i must know1