Chris Thile - Dead Leaves and The Dirty Ground lyrics

rate me

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 tell ya 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 a velvet tongue,

I wanna give ya 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.

If you can hear a piano fall

you can hear me coming down the hall.

If I can 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.

I didn't feel so bad 'til the sun went down.

I got back home,

no one to wrap my arms around,

wrap my arms around,

to wrap my arms around.

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 .