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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
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