Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Roses, artist - Ryan Adams. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Song language: English
Cold Roses |
| Mirrors in the room go black and blue |
| On a Sunday morning in Saturday shoes |
| We don’t choose who we love |
| We don’t choose |
| Lots of wild memory melt on the street |
| In a Sunday shoes, with the Saturday feet |
| And she don’t love who she chose |
| And she don’t need what she do |
| Daylight comes in exposin' |
| Saturday bruises and cold roses |
| Cold roses |
| Nothin' but the sunlight’ll help you grow from underneath your bed |
| You can’t see the window |
| We don’t choose what we see |
| We don’t choose |
| Fortunate and angry just like a child |
| All that money buys you, medicine but can’t buy you time |
| We don’t choose what we love |
| And she don’t need what she got |
| Daylight comes in exposin' |
| Saturday bruises and cold roses |
| Cold roses, cold roses |
| Cold roses, cold roses, cold roses |