Fever Dream (Demo)

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