| Song | Roses In The Fire |
| Artist | Rosanne Cash |
| Album | The Wheel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cash | |
| I throw your roses in the fire | |
| To make the flames a little higher | |
| I watch your roses turn to dust | |
| I know no man that I can trust | |
| I throw your roses in the fire | |
| 'Cause I burn with pity and desire | |
| I'll be your vision dressed in black | |
| Who won't be back | |
| Another woman's on the telephone | |
| Pick it up | |
| Tell her you're home | |
| I see your face turn into broken glass | |
| Talking slow | |
| Thinking fast | |
| I throw your roses in the fire | |
| No one could say i didn't try | |
| I watch your roses fall like tears | |
| I've crawled this path for all these years | |
| I throw your roses in the fire | |
| To burn away the old desire | |
| We were a desperate pair of souls | |
| So let me go | |
| Another woman has her point of view | |
| Let her talk | |
| Now that we're through | |
| i see your face retreat behind the glass | |
| Oh I'll kill you if we can't be friends | |
| I'll bleed like diamonds running | |
| through your hands | |
| I'll be a bitter taste you can't forget | |
| And I won't leave this world until you relent | |
| I throw your roses on the fire | |
| To burn away the old desire | |
| I watch your roses turn to dust | |
| I know no man that i can trust | |
| I throw your roses in the fire | |
| To make the flames a little higher | |
| I'll be your vision dressed in black | |
| Who won't be back | |
| I won't be back | |
| I won't be back |
| zuo ci : Cash | |
| I throw your roses in the fire | |
| To make the flames a little higher | |
| I watch your roses turn to dust | |
| I know no man that I can trust | |
| I throw your roses in the fire | |
| ' Cause I burn with pity and desire | |
| I' ll be your vision dressed in black | |
| Who won' t be back | |
| Another woman' s on the telephone | |
| Pick it up | |
| Tell her you' re home | |
| I see your face turn into broken glass | |
| Talking slow | |
| Thinking fast | |
| I throw your roses in the fire | |
| No one could say i didn' t try | |
| I watch your roses fall like tears | |
| I' ve crawled this path for all these years | |
| I throw your roses in the fire | |
| To burn away the old desire | |
| We were a desperate pair of souls | |
| So let me go | |
| Another woman has her point of view | |
| Let her talk | |
| Now that we' re through | |
| i see your face retreat behind the glass | |
| Oh I' ll kill you if we can' t be friends | |
| I' ll bleed like diamonds running | |
| through your hands | |
| I' ll be a bitter taste you can' t forget | |
| And I won' t leave this world until you relent | |
| I throw your roses on the fire | |
| To burn away the old desire | |
| I watch your roses turn to dust | |
| I know no man that i can trust | |
| I throw your roses in the fire | |
| To make the flames a little higher | |
| I' ll be your vision dressed in black | |
| Who won' t be back | |
| I won' t be back | |
| I won' t be back |
| zuò cí : Cash | |
| I throw your roses in the fire | |
| To make the flames a little higher | |
| I watch your roses turn to dust | |
| I know no man that I can trust | |
| I throw your roses in the fire | |
| ' Cause I burn with pity and desire | |
| I' ll be your vision dressed in black | |
| Who won' t be back | |
| Another woman' s on the telephone | |
| Pick it up | |
| Tell her you' re home | |
| I see your face turn into broken glass | |
| Talking slow | |
| Thinking fast | |
| I throw your roses in the fire | |
| No one could say i didn' t try | |
| I watch your roses fall like tears | |
| I' ve crawled this path for all these years | |
| I throw your roses in the fire | |
| To burn away the old desire | |
| We were a desperate pair of souls | |
| So let me go | |
| Another woman has her point of view | |
| Let her talk | |
| Now that we' re through | |
| i see your face retreat behind the glass | |
| Oh I' ll kill you if we can' t be friends | |
| I' ll bleed like diamonds running | |
| through your hands | |
| I' ll be a bitter taste you can' t forget | |
| And I won' t leave this world until you relent | |
| I throw your roses on the fire | |
| To burn away the old desire | |
| I watch your roses turn to dust | |
| I know no man that i can trust | |
| I throw your roses in the fire | |
| To make the flames a little higher | |
| I' ll be your vision dressed in black | |
| Who won' t be back | |
| I won' t be back | |
| I won' t be back |