Elliott Smith - Coming up Roses Lyrics

I’m a junkyard full of false starts And I don’t need yr permission To bury my love under this bare light bulb The moon is a sickle cell It’ll kill you in time You cold white brother riding yr blood Like spun glass in sore eyes While the moon does it’s division you’re buried below And you’re coming up roses everywhere you go Red roses follow The things that you tell yourself They’ll kill you in time You cold white brother alive in yr blood Spinning in the night sky While the moon does it’s division you’re buried below And you’re coming up roses everywhere you go Red roses So you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows And you’re coming up roses everywhere you go Red roses Elliott Smith Lyrics Coming up Roses Lyrics