Roses - Angus & Julia Stone

Heading north, San Francisco

Wild horses in my head

See ya 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 for she makes me smile?

Do I love her 'cos it’s my duty?

I… I guess we’ll never really know

Will she bring roses?

Will she bring roses when I’m dead?

Will she bring roses when I’m dead?

Will she bring roses?