Текст, перевод и аккорды “Roses Blue”
- I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles I think of rain, I think of roses blue I think of rose, my heart begins to tremble To see the place shes lately gotten to Gotten to, gotten to Shes gotten to mysterious devotions Shes gotten to the zodiac and zen Shes gotten into tarot cards and potions Shes laying her religion on her friends On her friends, on her friends Friends who come to ask her for their future Friends who come to find they cant be friends Because of signs and seasons that dont suit her Shell prophesy your death, she wont say when Wont say when, wont say when When all the black cards come you cannot barter No, when all your stars are stacked you cannot win Shell shake her head and treat you like a martyr It is her blackest spell she puts you in Puts you in, puts you in In sorrow she can lure you where she wants you Inside your own self-pity there you swim In sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you And only with your laughter can you win Can you win, can you win You win the lasting laurels with your laughter It reaches like an arm before you sink To win the solitary truth youre after You dare not ask the priestess how to think How to think, how to think I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles I think of rain, I think of roses blue I think of rose, my heart begins to tremble To see the place shes lately gotten to Gotten to, gotten to
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