Dead leaves and the dir-ty grou-nd when you know I'm not a-rou-nd. Shi-ny tops and so-da pops when I hear your lips make a sound oh, when I hear your lips make a sou-nd. There's thir-ty notes in the mail-box let you know that I'm com-ming ho-me and I think I be-tter stick a-rou-nd for a-while so you're no-t a-lo-ne oh, for a while so you're not a-lo-ne. Your soft hair and your vel-vet tongue I wa-nna give you what you gi-i-ive to me and ev-'ry breath that is in your lungs is a ti-ny lit-tle gift to me oh, it's a ti-ny lit-tle gift to me-e. If you can hear a pi-an-o fall you can hear me com-ming down the- hall the ha ha ha ha hall and if I could just hear your pret-ty voice I don't think I'd have to see it a-ll oh, well I don't think I'd have to see it a-ll I did-'nt feel so ba-d 'till the sun went do-wn. Got back home with no one to wrap my ar-ms a-round, to wrap my ar-ms a-rou-ou-nd, to wrap my ar-ms a-rou-nd. And a-ny man with a mi-cro-phone, he can tell you what he wa-nts the most. And you know that you love it all when you're think-ing of the Ho-ly, thin-king of the Ho-ly, Thin-king of the Ho-ly Ghost. Yo da lei o da lei ha yo da le he e.