[Verse 1]
Some days, her shape in the doorway will speak to me
A bird's wing on the window
Sometimes I'll hear when she's sleeping
Her fever dream, a language on her face
[Refrain]
I want your flowers like babies want God's love
Or maybe, as sure as tomorrow will come
[Verse 2]
Some days, I miss how she graciously
Offered me so honestly and nightly
Some time I might try to ask her what honest words
She can't afford to say, like
[Refrain]
I want your flowers like babies want God's love
Or maybe, as sure as tomorrow will come
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