Letra de Cold Roses
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 chooseThe 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 useDaylight comes and exposes Saturday's bruises and cold roses Cold rosesNothing 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 chooseFortunate 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 gotDaylight comes and exposes Saturday's bruises and cold roses Cold roses Cold rosesCold roses Cold roses Cold roses