Cold Roses Lyrics

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 [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/cold-roses-lyrics-ryan-adams.html ] 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