Текст песни Difranco Ani - This Bouquet
Difranco Ani - This Bouquet слова песни
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 when you`re around
nothing on my tongue so much in my 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.
see the little song bird unable to make a sound
even though she follows her words from town to town
we both have gardens of songs and maybe it`s okay
that i am speechless because i picked you this bouquet.