Chris Thile - Dead Leaves And The Dirty Ground lyrics

Dead leaves and the dirty ground when you know I'm 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 let you know that I'm coming home And I think I better stick around for a while so you're not alone For a while so you're not alone Soft hair and your velvet tongue I want to 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 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 have to see you at all I don't think I have to see you at all I didn't feel so bad till the sun went down I got back home with no one to wrap my arms around To wrap my arms around To wrap my arms around Any man with a microphone can tell you what he wants 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