Fever Dream

How strange… sitting alone at the kitchen table, a morning coffee with the cats, sorting through the week's photographs, and Fever Dream by Iron & Wine is somehow the perfect accompaniment to so many stories, despite having nothing to do with them.

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

I want your flowers
like babies want God's love
or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come

Posted at 2005-11-19 10:44:38 by Richard • Link to Fever Dream
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