歌曲 | Roses In The Fire |
歌手 | Rosanne Cash |
专辑 | The Wheel |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cash | |
I throw your roses in the fire | |
To make the flames a little higher | |
I watch your roses turn to dust | |
I know no man that I can trust | |
I throw your roses in the fire | |
'Cause I burn with pity and desire | |
I'll be your vision dressed in black | |
Who won't be back | |
Another woman's on the telephone | |
Pick it up | |
Tell her you're home | |
I see your face turn into broken glass | |
Talking slow | |
Thinking fast | |
I throw your roses in the fire | |
No one could say i didn't try | |
I watch your roses fall like tears | |
I've crawled this path for all these years | |
I throw your roses in the fire | |
To burn away the old desire | |
We were a desperate pair of souls | |
So let me go | |
Another woman has her point of view | |
Let her talk | |
Now that we're through | |
i see your face retreat behind the glass | |
Oh I'll kill you if we can't be friends | |
I'll bleed like diamonds running | |
through your hands | |
I'll be a bitter taste you can't forget | |
And I won't leave this world until you relent | |
I throw your roses on the fire | |
To burn away the old desire | |
I watch your roses turn to dust | |
I know no man that i can trust | |
I throw your roses in the fire | |
To make the flames a little higher | |
I'll be your vision dressed in black | |
Who won't be back | |
I won't be back | |
I won't be back |
zuo ci : Cash | |
I throw your roses in the fire | |
To make the flames a little higher | |
I watch your roses turn to dust | |
I know no man that I can trust | |
I throw your roses in the fire | |
' Cause I burn with pity and desire | |
I' ll be your vision dressed in black | |
Who won' t be back | |
Another woman' s on the telephone | |
Pick it up | |
Tell her you' re home | |
I see your face turn into broken glass | |
Talking slow | |
Thinking fast | |
I throw your roses in the fire | |
No one could say i didn' t try | |
I watch your roses fall like tears | |
I' ve crawled this path for all these years | |
I throw your roses in the fire | |
To burn away the old desire | |
We were a desperate pair of souls | |
So let me go | |
Another woman has her point of view | |
Let her talk | |
Now that we' re through | |
i see your face retreat behind the glass | |
Oh I' ll kill you if we can' t be friends | |
I' ll bleed like diamonds running | |
through your hands | |
I' ll be a bitter taste you can' t forget | |
And I won' t leave this world until you relent | |
I throw your roses on the fire | |
To burn away the old desire | |
I watch your roses turn to dust | |
I know no man that i can trust | |
I throw your roses in the fire | |
To make the flames a little higher | |
I' ll be your vision dressed in black | |
Who won' t be back | |
I won' t be back | |
I won' t be back |
zuò cí : Cash | |
I throw your roses in the fire | |
To make the flames a little higher | |
I watch your roses turn to dust | |
I know no man that I can trust | |
I throw your roses in the fire | |
' Cause I burn with pity and desire | |
I' ll be your vision dressed in black | |
Who won' t be back | |
Another woman' s on the telephone | |
Pick it up | |
Tell her you' re home | |
I see your face turn into broken glass | |
Talking slow | |
Thinking fast | |
I throw your roses in the fire | |
No one could say i didn' t try | |
I watch your roses fall like tears | |
I' ve crawled this path for all these years | |
I throw your roses in the fire | |
To burn away the old desire | |
We were a desperate pair of souls | |
So let me go | |
Another woman has her point of view | |
Let her talk | |
Now that we' re through | |
i see your face retreat behind the glass | |
Oh I' ll kill you if we can' t be friends | |
I' ll bleed like diamonds running | |
through your hands | |
I' ll be a bitter taste you can' t forget | |
And I won' t leave this world until you relent | |
I throw your roses on the fire | |
To burn away the old desire | |
I watch your roses turn to dust | |
I know no man that i can trust | |
I throw your roses in the fire | |
To make the flames a little higher | |
I' ll be your vision dressed in black | |
Who won' t be back | |
I won' t be back | |
I won' t be back |