This bouquet

This bouquet Lyrics

Got a garden of songs 
Where I grow all my thoughts
Wish I could harvest one or two 
For some small talk
I'm always starving for words 
Whenever you're around
Nothing on my tongue 
So much in the ground
Nothing on my tongue 
So much in the 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 just go over and make friends
Too bad about my brain 
Cuz I'd like to make friends.

See the little song bird 
Unable to make a sound
You'd never know she follows 
Her words from town to town
We both have gardens of songs 
And maybe its okay
That I am speechless 
Cuz I picked you this bouquet
Yup, sure am speechless
But I picked you this bouquet