Iron & Wine - Fever Dream Lyrics
Some days her shape in the doorwayWill speak to meA birds wing on the windowSometimes Ill hear when shes sleepingHer fever dreamA language on her face"I want your flowers like babies want Gods loveOr maybe as sure as tomorrow will come"Some days, like rain on the doorstepShell cover meWith grace in all she offersSometimes I'd like just to ask herWhat honest wordsShe cant afford to say, like"I want your flowers like babies want Gods loveOr maybe as sure as tomorrow will come"