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