| Song | Cold Roses |
| Artist | Ryan Adams & The Cardinals |
| Album | Cold Roses |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ryan Adams/J.P. Bowersock/Cindy Cashdollar/Brad Pemberton/Catherine Popper | |
| 作曲 : Ryan Adams/J.P. Bowersock/Cindy Cashdollar/Brad Pemberton/Catherine Popper | |
| 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 choose | |
| The 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 use | |
| Daylight comes and exposes | |
| Saturday's bruises and cold roses | |
| Cold roses | |
| Nothing 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 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 and exposes | |
| Saturday's bruises and cold roses | |
| Cold roses | |
| Cold roses | |
| Cold roses | |
| Cold roses | |
| Cold roses |
| zuo ci : Ryan Adams J. P. Bowersock Cindy Cashdollar Brad Pemberton Catherine Popper | |
| zuo qu : Ryan Adams J. P. Bowersock Cindy Cashdollar Brad Pemberton Catherine Popper | |
| 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 choose | |
| The 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 use | |
| Daylight comes and exposes | |
| Saturday' s bruises and cold roses | |
| Cold roses | |
| Nothing 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 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 and exposes | |
| Saturday' s bruises and cold roses | |
| Cold roses | |
| Cold roses | |
| Cold roses | |
| Cold roses | |
| Cold roses |
| zuò cí : Ryan Adams J. P. Bowersock Cindy Cashdollar Brad Pemberton Catherine Popper | |
| zuò qǔ : Ryan Adams J. P. Bowersock Cindy Cashdollar Brad Pemberton Catherine Popper | |
| 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 choose | |
| The 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 use | |
| Daylight comes and exposes | |
| Saturday' s bruises and cold roses | |
| Cold roses | |
| Nothing 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 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 and exposes | |
| Saturday' s bruises and cold roses | |
| Cold roses | |
| Cold roses | |
| Cold roses | |
| Cold roses | |
| Cold roses |