Lyrics:

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

'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'