Fever Dream
Some days her shape in the doorwayWill speak to meA bird's wing on the windowSometimes I'll hear her when she's sleepingHer fever dreamA language on her face
I want your flowers like babies want God's loveOr maybe as sure as tomorrow will come
Some days, like rain on the doorstepShe'll cover meWith grace in all she offersSometimes I'd like just to ask herWhat honest wordsShe can't afford to say, like
I want your flowers like babies want God's loveOr maybe as sure as tomorrow will come