Dead leaves on the dirty groud
When I know your not around
Shiney dimes and soda pops
When I hear your lips make a sound
When I hear your lips make a sound
Thirty notes in the mailbox
Will tell you that I’m coming home
And I think I’m gonna stick around
For a while so your not alone
For a while so your not alone
If you can hear a piano fall
You can hear me coming down the hall
If I could just hear your pretty voice
I don’t think I’d need to see at all
Dont think i”d need to see at all
Soft hair and a velvet tounge
I wanna give you what you give to me
Every breath that is in your lungs
Is a tiny little gift to me
Is a tiny little gift to me
I didn’t feel so band till the sun went down, then I
Get home, no one to wrap my arms around… no one
To wrap my arms around.
Well any man with a microphone
Can tell you what he loves the most
And you know why you love at all
If your thinking of the holy ghost
If your thinking of the holy ghost
