Cold Roses Lyrics - Cold Roses - Ryan Adams

The mirrors in the room go black and blue 

On a Sunday morning in her Saturday shoes 

We don't choose who we love 

We don't choose 

The lights over the Midway melt on the street 

In a Sunday shoes, with her Saturday feet 

She don't love who she choose 

She don't need what she use 

Daylight comes and exposes 

Saturday's bruises and cold roses 

Cold roses 

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Nothing but the sunlight will 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 

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Daylight comes and exposes 

Saturday's bruises and cold roses 

Cold roses 

Cold roses 

Cold roses 

Cold roses 

Cold roses