Roses Blue Lyrics - Clouds - Joni Mitchell

I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles 

I think of rain, I think of roses blue 

I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble 

To see the place she's lately gotten to 

Gotten to, gotten to 

She's gotten to mysterious devotions 

She's gotten to the zodiac and Zen 

She's gotten into tarot cards and potions 

She's laying her religion on her friends 

On her friends, on her friends 

Friends who come to ask her for their future 

Friends who come to find they can't be friends 

Because of signs and seasons that don't suit her 

She'll prophesy your death, she won't say when 

Won't say when, won't say when 

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When all the black cards come you cannot barter 

No, when all your stars are stacked you cannot win 

She'll shake her head and treat you like a martyr 

It is her blackest spell she puts you in 

Puts you in, puts you in 

In sorrow she can lure you where she wants you 

Inside your own self-pity there you swim 

In sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you 

And only with your laughter can you win 

Can you win, can you win 

You win the lasting laurels with your laughter 

It reaches like an arm before you sink 

To win the solitary truth you're after 

You dare not ask the priestess how to think 

How to think, how to think 

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I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles 

I think of rain, I think of roses blue 

I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble 

To see the place she's lately gotten to 

Gotten to, gotten to