Lyrics: Ryan Adams et al
Music: Ryan Adams et al
A Ryan Adams song sung by Joan Osborne with Phil Lesh and Friends.
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
The lights over the Midway melt on the street
In a Sunday shoes, with her Saturday feet
She don't love who she chose
She don't need what she use
Daylight comes and exposes
Saturday's bruises and cold roses
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 bruises and cold roses
Cold roses
Cold roses
Cold roses
| Ryan Adams Recordings | |||||
| Date | Album | Recorded By | |||
| 2005 | Cold Roses | Ryan Adams | |||