Some days her shape in the doorway
Will speak to me
A bird's wing on the window
Sometimes I'll hear her 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

• Cinder And Smoke
• Each Coming Night
• Fever Dream
• Free Until They Cut Me Down
• Love And Some Verses
• Naked As We Came
• On Your Wings
• Passing Afternoon
• Radio War
• Sodom, South Georgia
• Sunset Soon Forgotten
• Teeth In The Grass