Ani Difranco - 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