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, I miss all she graciously
Offered me, so honestly and nightly
Sometime 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



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Ervin Beam
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link