Het verbinden van een kapotte relatie aan de herfst en dode bladeren is niet echt origineel, maar The White Stripes weten hier de gebruikelijke cliché’s te ontstijgen. Het rauwe gitaarwerk is briljant.
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 ’til 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
