Cold Roses

	作曲 : Ryan Adams & J.P. Bowersock & Cindy Cashdollar & Brad Pemberton & Catherine Popper
	作词 : Adams, Bowersock, Cashdollar ...
	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
	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

	zuò qǔ : Ryan Adams J. P. Bowersock Cindy Cashdollar Brad Pemberton Catherine Popper
	zuò cí : Adams, Bowersock, Cashdollar ...
	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
	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