Cold Roses (stopped) Songtext
von Ryan Adams

Mirrors in the room go black and blue
On a Sunday morning in her Saturday shoes
But we don′t choose who we love
We don't choose

Lights over the Midway melt on the street
In her Sunday shoes with her Saturday feet
And she don′t love who she choose
And she don't need what she use

Daylight comes and exposes
Saturday bruises
And cold roses
Cold roses


Nothing 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 and exposes
Saturday bruises
And cold roses
Cold roses
Cold roses

Cold roses
Cold roses
Cold roses