Fever Dream
lyrics by Iron and Wine
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
Love your flower girl and love Iron and Wine.
Have a sweet weekend.
Hugs !
Posted by: kim mailhot | March 27, 2009 at 02:39 PM
I love your use of green and blue. They make me happy. : D
Posted by: pilar | March 28, 2009 at 07:00 PM
Hey, Kelly, you have so nailed COLOR!
Congrats,
Joanie
Posted by: Joanie Hoffman | March 31, 2009 at 06:56 AM