Friends Lyrics - Cold Roses - Ryan Adams

As pretty as a song 

A song could ever be 

Like Christmas on a river 

Without a boat or Christmas tree 

This afternoon with you was something like a letter 

The kind that someone writes but never sends 

And when you look at me like that 

I know someday it's gonna end 

And when you get old 

I bet you miss your friends 

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As angry as a breeze 

Tugging hard upon the sails 

I been moving through these streets forever 

From Baltimore to Amsterdam 

These things inside me they repeat like broken records 

Spinning pretty somethings behind my eyes 

And when I can't look at you 

I can paint your picture perfectly in my mind 

And when I get old 

I'm gonna miss you all the time 

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That wind up in the trees 

Scattering bluebirds all over the place 

Shuffling children in the piles of leaves 

I wish I was the wind, I'd touch your face 

This afternoon with you was something like a letter 

The kind that someone writes but never sends 

And when you're good to me 

It makes me blue cause someday it's gonna end 

And when we pass on 

I bet you miss your friends 

Bet you miss your friends 

I bet you miss your friends