This Bouquet

Lyrics for This Bouquet

Got a garden of songs where I grow all my thoughts Wish I could harvest one or two for some small talk Seems liks I'm starving for words whenever you're around Nothing on my tongue so much in my ground Nothing on my tongue so much in my ground Ground Half the time, I got my gaze trained on your motel door Fourth door from the end Rest of the time my gaze lays like a stain on the carpeted floor If it weren't for my brain I'd go over and make friends Too bad about my brain 'cause I'd like to make Friends Friends ♬ See the little songbird unable to make a sound You never know she follows her words from town to town We both got gardens of songs and maybe it's okay That I am speechless 'cause I picked you this bouquet Yup, sure am speachless, but I picked you this boquet Hey Hey