Some days her shape in the doorway Will speak to me A birdfs 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 Godfs 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 Godfs love Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come