[00:14.75]Some days, her shape in the doorway
[00:43.62]Will speak to me, a bird's wing on the window
[00:51.17]Sometimes I'll hear when she's sleeping
[01:01.13]Her fever dream, a language on her face
[01:09.10]I want your flowers like babies want God's love
[01:31.85]Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come
[01:50.86]Some days, like rain on the doorstep
[02:37.44]She'll cover me with grace in all she offers
[02:47.69]Sometimes I'd like just to ask her
[02:57.30]What honest words she can't afford to say like
[03:06.03]I want your flowers like babies want God's love
[03:24.24]Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come
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