Letra de Cold Roses

[Verse 1]
The mirrors in the room turn black and blue
On a Sunday morning in her Saturday shoes
We don't choose who we love
We don’t choose
The lights from the Midway melt on the street
In a Sunday shoes, in her Saturday feet
She don't love who she choose
She don't need what she use
[Chorus]
Daylight comes and exposes
Saturday’s bruises and cold roses
Cold roses
[Verse 2]
Nothing but the sunlight can 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 it can't buy you time
We don't choose what we love
And she don't need what she got
[Chorus]
Daylight comes and exposes
Saturday's bruises and cold roses
Cold roses
Cold roses