Eleanor Underhill

Lyrics

I have no flowers for you
No perfect illustrations
No new songs to play
We've all been passed around like swingers
There's no love and no loyalty

And I have no gleaming, sleek, and able body
Don't do too much gracefully
Working with a wounded mind
that's feeble, meek, and dumbed-down caustically

And I have no flowers for you
Save them for when we're through
'Cause this strange chemistry
It's made a host of me

Got no media, no money, no letters of persuasion
No good things to say
No purpose and no focus
With insights like ivy
Like a lighthouse on an empty sea

And I have no flowers for you
Save them for when we're through
'Cause this strange chemistry
It's made a host of me
Of me

Got no media, no money, no letters of persuasion
No good things to say
Oh, no purpose and no focus
But insights like ivy
Like a lighthouse on an empty sea

And I have no flowers for you
Save them for when we're through
'Cause this strange chemistry
It's made the most of me
Of me, of me, of me, of me