歌词
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
Are there such she graces
Nothing over me
So honestly unlikely
Sometimes I might try 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