Lyrics:
Dead Leaves And The Dirty GroundDead leaves and the dirty groundwhen I know you're not aroundshiny pops and soda popswhen 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 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 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 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 ghost