Lyrics
The sky came dressed like it knew the news. White flowers shaking in blood-red shoes. We were too young for the room we entered, too dressed up for the knives in the wall. Your cousin laughed with his hand on anger, my brother watched from across the hall. No one said war, but the air kept loading. No one said run, but the doors leaned shut. You touched my sleeve like a match to clothing, and I mistook the smoke for love. Somebody’s mother was crying in pearls, somebody’s father was counting names. I saw our future in a window reflection— two bright faces in a house full of flame. You said, “Stay close.” I said, “I’m trying.” The band played sweet while the street went siren. Red wedding weather. Love in a loaded room. We ran toward forever like forever could move. Kiss me now, before they know better. Two hearts, one storm, red wedding weather. We made vows out of hallway whispers, hid our hands when the uncles passed. Your name in my mouth was a lit fuse hissing, my name in yours was a breaking glass. Balcony breath, black-tie warning, rain on the tent like a fist on tin. By morning, everybody had a version— who threw the spark, who carried the sin. I still remember your lipstick shaking, not from fear, from holding back. I still remember the cake uncut and one white rose turning almost black. We weren’t brave. We were burning. Two kids calling a crash returning. Red wedding weather. Love in a loaded room. We ran toward forever like forever could move. Kiss me now, before they know better. Two hearts, one storm, red wedding weather. If we had waited, would the blade have waited too? If we had whispered, would the walls tell less truth? Your house hated mine. My house hated yours. We put our mouths where they kept their wars. I don’t know if love was innocent. I only know it bled. The rain kept falling rice-white on the red. Red wedding weather. Love in a loaded room. We ran toward forever like forever could move. Kiss me now, before they know better. Two hearts, one storm, red wedding weather. The chairs stayed folded. The roses stayed wet. Some vows are spoken. Some vows are left.
Lyrics
The sky came dressed like it knew the news. White flowers shaking in blood-red shoes. We were too young for the room we entered, too dressed up for the knives in the wall. Your cousin laughed with his hand on anger, my brother watched from across the hall. No one said war, but the air kept loading. No one said run, but the doors leaned shut. You touched my sleeve like a match to clothing, and I mistook the smoke for love. Somebody’s mother was crying in pearls, somebody’s father was counting names. I saw our future in a window reflection— two bright faces in a house full of flame. You said, “Stay close.” I said, “I’m trying.” The band played sweet while the street went siren. Red wedding weather. Love in a loaded room. We ran toward forever like forever could move. Kiss me now, before they know better. Two hearts, one storm, red wedding weather. We made vows out of hallway whispers, hid our hands when the uncles passed. Your name in my mouth was a lit fuse hissing, my name in yours was a breaking glass. Balcony breath, black-tie warning, rain on the tent like a fist on tin. By morning, everybody had a version— who threw the spark, who carried the sin. I still remember your lipstick shaking, not from fear, from holding back. I still remember the cake uncut and one white rose turning almost black. We weren’t brave. We were burning. Two kids calling a crash returning. Red wedding weather. Love in a loaded room. We ran toward forever like forever could move. Kiss me now, before they know better. Two hearts, one storm, red wedding weather. If we had waited, would the blade have waited too? If we had whispered, would the walls tell less truth? Your house hated mine. My house hated yours. We put our mouths where they kept their wars. I don’t know if love was innocent. I only know it bled. The rain kept falling rice-white on the red. Red wedding weather. Love in a loaded room. We ran toward forever like forever could move. Kiss me now, before they know better. Two hearts, one storm, red wedding weather. The chairs stayed folded. The roses stayed wet. Some vows are spoken. Some vows are left.
