Daylight comes in exposin'
We don't choose what we see
Cold roses
Daylight comes in exposin'
And she don't need what she do
We don't choose
Saturday bruises and cold roses
And she don't love who she chose
Lots of wild memory melt on the street
And she don't need what she got
We don't choose
Saturday bruises and cold roses
In a Sunday shoes, with the Saturday feet
Cold roses, cold roses
Fortunate and angry just like a child
Nothin' but the sunlight'll help you grow from underneath your bed
You can't see the window
We don't choose who we love
All that money buys you, medicine but can't buy you time
We don't choose what we love