Iron And Wine--Fever Dream - Devendra Banhart
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
Like rain on the doorstep
She'll cover me with
Grace in all she offers
Sometimes I'd like just 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