Taylor Swift - Maroon
[00:09.94] When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf
[00:14.99] 'Cause we lost track of time again
[00:18.46] Laughing with my feet in your lap
[00:22.18] Like you were my closest friend
[00:27.49] How'd we end up on the floor anyway? You say
[00:31.47] "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how"
[00:37.34] I see you every day now
[00:44.25] And I chose you
[00:48.23] The one I was dancin' with
[00:52.74] In New York, no shoes
[00:57.26] Looked up at the sky and it was
[01:02.04] The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
[01:06.02] And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was
[01:11.07] The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
[01:15.33] The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon
[01:29.81] When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy
[01:34.06] How the hell did we lose sight of us again?
[01:38.58] Sobbin' with your head in your hands
[01:42.14] Ain't that the way shit always ends?
[01:47.46] You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway
[01:51.71] Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us
[01:57.29] I feel you no matter what
[02:02.33] The rubies that I gave up
[02:04.19] And I lost you
[02:08.44] The one I was dancin' with
[02:12.69] In New York, no shoes
[02:17.21] Looked up at the sky and it was maroon
[02:22.13] The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
[02:26.14] And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was (maroon)
[02:31.44] The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
[02:35.42] The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was (maroon)
[02:40.47] And I wake with your memory over me
[02:43.93] That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (it was maroon)
[02:48.70] And I wake with your memory over me
[02:52.95] That's a real fucking legacy to leave
[02:57.73] The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
[03:01.73] And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet (it was maroon)
[03:06.77] The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
[03:11.01] The lips I used to call home, so scarlet (it was maroon)
[03:22.99] It was maroon
[03:32.02] It was maroon
