Dried Roses Songtext
von Big Thief

Leave the bed unmade
Draw the light green shade
Start the microwave
Dried roses

Cradle, yeah, she does
Lights the fire because
Window frost, heat loss
Dried roses

Steep the black coffee
Set the plates, pour the tea
Three for her, three for me
Dried roses

Sleepily, she walks
Gradually, she talks
With the geese, she flocks
Dried roses


Afternoon, midnight
Morning′s what she likes
Fly the broom, see the moon
Dried roses

Here I go, there I am
All alone in the pan
In the silence again
Dried roses

Half-dead, half-awake
Make a pie, bake a cake
Which road will you take?
Dried roses

Goodness her, goodness me
Goodness eternity
Out you go, in you be
Dried roses

So leave the bed unmade
Draw the light green shade
Start the microwave
Dried roses
Dried roses