Joni Mitchell - Roses Blue Lyrics
I think of tears, I think of rain on shinglesI think of rain, I think of roses blueI think of rose, my heart begins to trembleTo see the place shes lately gotten toGotten to, gotten toShes gotten to mysterious devotionsShes gotten to the zodiac and zenShes gotten into tarot cards and potionsShes laying her religion on her friendsOn her friends, on her friendsFriends who come to ask her for their futureFriends who come to find they cant be friendsBecause of signs and seasons that dont suit herShell prophesy your death, she wont say whenWont say when, wont say whenWhen all the black cards come you cannot barterNo, when all your stars are stacked you cannot winShell shake her head and treat you like a martyrIt is her blackest spell she puts you inPuts you in, puts you inIn sorrow she can lure you where she wants youInside your own self-pity there you swimIn sinking down to drown her voice still haunts youAnd only with your laughter can you winCan you win, can you winYou win the lasting laurels with your laughterIt reaches like an arm before you sinkTo win the solitary truth youre afterYou dare not ask the priestess how to thinkHow to think, how to thinkI think of tears, I think of rain on shinglesI think of rain, I think of roses blueI think of rose, my heart begins to trembleTo see the place shes lately gotten toGotten to, gotten to
