Letra de Fever Dream (Demo)
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 faceI want your flowers Like babies want god's love Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will comeSome days, I miss all she graciously Offered me, so honestly and nightly Sometime I might try to ask her What honest words She can't afford to say, likeI want your flowers Like babies want god's love Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come