Flowers for Anna - AMES

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