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 to 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