Lyrics:

Some days her shape in the doorway
Will speak to me
A birdÂ's wing on the window
Sometimes IÂ'll hear when sheÂ's sleeping
Her fever dream
A language on her face

'I want your flowers like babies want GodÂ's love
Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come'

Some days, like rain on the doorstep
SheÂ'll cover me
With grace in all she offers
Sometimes I'd like just to ask her
What honest words
She canÂ't afford to say, like

'I want your flowers like babies want GodÂ's love
Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come'