Roses
Angus Stone / Julia Stone
Heading north, San Francisco
Wild horses in my head
See you looking out the window
Will she bring roses when I'm dead?
Will she bring roses when I'm dead?
Will she bring roses when I'm dead?
Do I love her for her beauty?
Do I love her? She makes me smile
Do I love her 'cause it's my duty?
I, I guess we'll never really know
Will she bring roses when I'm dead?
Will she bring roses when I'm dead?
(Will she bring roses?)
(Will she bring roses?)