Some days her shape in the doorway
Will speak to me a bird's wing on the window
Sometimes I' ll hear her when she's sleeping
Her fever dream a language on her face
I want your flowers like babies want God's love
Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come
Some days, like rain on the doorstep
She' ll cover me with grace in all she offers
Sometimes I'd like just to ask her
What honest words she can't afford to say, like
I want your flowers like babies want God's love
Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come
Will speak to me a bird's wing on the window
Sometimes I' ll hear her when she's sleeping
Her fever dream a language on her face
I want your flowers like babies want God's love
Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come
Some days, like rain on the doorstep
She' ll cover me with grace in all she offers
Sometimes I'd like just to ask her
What honest words she can't afford to say, like
I want your flowers like babies want God's love
Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come