Оригинален текст
Some days her shape in the doorway
Will speak to me
A birds wing on the window
Sometimes Ill hear her when shes sleeping
Her fever dream
A language on her face
I want your flowers like babies want Gods love
Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come
Some days, like rain on the doorstep
Shell cover me
With grace in all she offers
Sometimes I'd like just to ask her
What honest words
She cant afford to say, like
I want your flowers like babies want Gods love
Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come