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 So 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 It's a tiny little gift to me I wasn't feelin' so bad till the sun went down I had no one to to wrap my arms around But I can tell you that Any woman with a microphone Can tell you what she loves the most And if we happen to be thinkin' of love at all Let's think of the holy ghost Please think of the holy ghost