work in progress havnt finished yet
F#m A D A
Bm7 C#m D A
F#m D
Some days her shape in the doorway
Bm7
Will speak to me
A D
A bird's wing on the window
A D
Sometimes I'll hear when she's sleeping
Bm7
Her fever dream
C#m D A
A language on her face
Bm A Bm A
I want your flowers like babies want God's love
Bm A Bm A D A
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