Roses Lyrics
| Song | Roses |
| Artist | Cherry Ghost |
| Album | Thirst For Romance |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Blind me with distraction | |
| Build a frontier ‘cross the void | |
| All tomorrow been destroyed, in a breath | |
| I moved out to the country | |
| And I saw the scenery shake | |
| As a summer parade meets it’s death | |
| And God’s assassins rode back into town | |
| And paved their way upon the cold, cold ground | |
| Roses help me to pretend | |
| Blushing brides and cosmonauts | |
| Don’t meet their bitter end | |
| Give me grace oh Mother | |
| I have rumbled quite a feast | |
| Traced the footsteps of a Priest in the snow | |
| But in my mind’s picture of every face I’ve ever loved | |
| Travel lightly suck their blood before they go | |
| And God’s assassins rode back into town | |
| And paved their way upon the cold, cold ground | |
| Roses help me to pretend | |
| Blushing brides and cosmonauts | |
| Don’t meet their bitter end | |
| Roses, roses, cannot do this any more |
| Blind me with distraction | |
| Build a frontier ' cross the void | |
| All tomorrow been destroyed, in a breath | |
| I moved out to the country | |
| And I saw the scenery shake | |
| As a summer parade meets it' s death | |
| And God' s assassins rode back into town | |
| And paved their way upon the cold, cold ground | |
| Roses help me to pretend | |
| Blushing brides and cosmonauts | |
| Don' t meet their bitter end | |
| Give me grace oh Mother | |
| I have rumbled quite a feast | |
| Traced the footsteps of a Priest in the snow | |
| But in my mind' s picture of every face I' ve ever loved | |
| Travel lightly suck their blood before they go | |
| And God' s assassins rode back into town | |
| And paved their way upon the cold, cold ground | |
| Roses help me to pretend | |
| Blushing brides and cosmonauts | |
| Don' t meet their bitter end | |
| Roses, roses, cannot do this any more |
| Blind me with distraction | |
| Build a frontier ' cross the void | |
| All tomorrow been destroyed, in a breath | |
| I moved out to the country | |
| And I saw the scenery shake | |
| As a summer parade meets it' s death | |
| And God' s assassins rode back into town | |
| And paved their way upon the cold, cold ground | |
| Roses help me to pretend | |
| Blushing brides and cosmonauts | |
| Don' t meet their bitter end | |
| Give me grace oh Mother | |
| I have rumbled quite a feast | |
| Traced the footsteps of a Priest in the snow | |
| But in my mind' s picture of every face I' ve ever loved | |
| Travel lightly suck their blood before they go | |
| And God' s assassins rode back into town | |
| And paved their way upon the cold, cold ground | |
| Roses help me to pretend | |
| Blushing brides and cosmonauts | |
| Don' t meet their bitter end | |
| Roses, roses, cannot do this any more |
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