WHITE STRIPESDead Leaves And The Dirty Ground Lyrics
Dead leaves and the dirty ground, when I know you're not around.
Shiny tops 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 you're not alone.
For a while so you're 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 need to see at all.
I don't think I need to see at all.
Soft hair and a velvet tongue, I want to give you what you give to me.
And 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 bad till the sun went down...
Then I come home, no one to wrap my arms around.
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 you're thinking of the holy ghost.
If you're thinking of the holy ghost.
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