Ghosts of Tables and Chairs - Lyrics
Your Own Hand
She looks good in black and white pictures, and she should.
It wasn't easy to keep a straight face with everyone watching her pack her suitcase
while the taxi waited and her mother said slowly, "Listen to me one more time."
You can always hold your own hand. You can't always hold your own hand.
She feels safe when it gets dark, and he turns on the TV, closes the windows,
and sits on the couch. One hand holds her hand and the other he uses to lower the volume
so she can sleep.
You can always keep your eyes shut. You can't always hold your own hand.