Dead Leaves And The Dirty Ground

Dead leaves and the dirty groundWhen I know you're not aroundShiny tops and soda popsWhen I hear your lips make a soundWhen I hear your lips make a soundThirty notes in the mailboxWill tell you that I'm coming homeAnd I think I'm gonna stick aroundFor a while so you're not aloneFor a while so you're not aloneIf you can hear a piano fallYou can hear me coming down the hallIf I could just hear your pretty voiceI don't think I need to see at allI don't think I need to see at allSoft hair and a velvet tongueI want to give you what you give to meAnd every breath that is in your lungsIs a tiny little gift to meIs a tiny little gift to meI didn't feel so bad till the sun went downThen I come homeNo one to wrap my arms aroundWell any man with a microphoneCan tell you what he loves the mostAnd you know why you love at allIf you're thinking of the holy ghostIf you're thinking of the holy ghost