Lyrics Flowers for Anna - AMES

Flowers for Anna

I’ve never been a mover
A shaker
A violin player
Or known why home is
Where the heart is
My first love was heartless
He wore a suit on Sunday morning
I had flowers on my dress
It wasn’t easy to ignore me
The way I would sing out
My hands upon my chest
I can’t wait until we get together
Sunday morning
The way your spirit moves my body
You turn me on
I’ll take communion for the union
Every Sunday morning
The way your spirit moves my body
You turn me on
Yeah, you turn me on
I’ve always been the weirdo
With flowers in my hands for Anna
Her little brother who liked me
I’d pretend he was her
He wore a suit on Sunday morning
I had flowers on my dress
It wasn’t easy to ignore me
The way I would sing out
My hands upon my chest
I can’t wait until we get together
Sunday morning
The way your spirit moves my body
You turn me on
I’ll take communion for the union
Every Sunday morning
The way your spirit moves my body
You turn me on
Yeah, you turn me on
Idle hands, they must be good
It’s my only chance at childhood
I won’t regret the things I did
It’s just the little things
I didn’t get to do
I can’t wait until we get together
Sunday morning
The way your spirit moves my body
You turn me on
I’ll take communion for the union
Every Sunday morning
The way your spirit moves my body
You turn me on
I can’t wait until we get together
Sunday morning
The way your spirit moves my body
You turn me on
I’ll take communion for the union
Every Sunday morning
The way your spirit moves my body
You turn me on
Yeah, you turn me on
Yeah, you turn me on
Yeah, you turn me on