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