Song Lyrics

I attended Ty Cobb's funeral
And managed to find a seat
Then I went out dancing with my Miss Garbo
Tried my best to not step on her feet

And the staircase is a mountain
And the window is a cliff
In the morning the weather found 'em
Both my hands were cold and stiff
Till I put 'em together
I know that's right
Put my hands together
Don't know how, I've got the nearest pair
And I hold on tight

I had breakfast with a cigarette
Must have eaten before
He kept squirming from my fingers
Insisted on rolling on the floor
Dinner with a cup of coffee
That likes to be called a mug
Today he was more comfortable on the rug
Put your hands together
I know it's right
Put your hands together
Don't know how then grab the nearest one
And hold on tight

The TV is furious at me
For not watching it at all today
The newspaper gets older every minute
We have so much in common he's gonna stay
The staircase is a window
Mmm mm mm here we go

And the evening crept out backwards
Makes his usual excuse
As the night loves to fall apart
When it's only you

Give my regards to midnight
Tell him he ain't changed a bit
Long, tall, dark and handsome
Still lonely as shit

And the music on my radio
It's not welcome in my room
And the pillows are exhausted
To hold my head again so soon
The dreams I had before
Are now too bored to even show up
And the blankets are embarrassed
It's only me that they cover up
Put your hands together
It's what I need tonight
Put your hands together
Don't know how, grab the nearest one
And hold on with all your might
Hands together
Mmm mm mm
Put your hands together
Don't know how, grab the nearest one
And hold on tight

The duration of Hands Together is 6:51 minutes and seconds.