Maroon
[00:09.57] When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf
[00:14.98] 'Cause we lost track of time again
[00:18.43] Laughing with my feet in your lap
[00:21.89] Like you were my closest friend
[00:27.49] "How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" You say
[00:31.49] "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how"
[00:37.07] I see you every day now
[00:43.71] And I chose you
[00:48.22] The one I was dancin' with
[00:52.48] In New York, no shoes
[00:57.00] Looked up at the sky and it was
[01:01.77] The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
[01:05.76] And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was
[01:10.83] The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
[01:15.61] The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon
[01:29.44] When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy
[01:33.99] How the hell did we lose sight of us again?
[01:38.24] Sobbin' with your head in your hands
[01:41.97] Ain't that the way it always ends?
[01:46.77] You were standin' hollow-eyed in the hallway
[01:51.58] Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us
[01:57.16] I feel you no matter what
[02:01.95] The rubies that I gave up
[02:03.81] And I lost you
[02:08.06] The one I was dancin' with
[02:12.31] In New York, no shoes
[02:17.10] Looked up at the sky and it was maroon
[02:22.15] The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
[02:25.86] And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was (maroon)
[02:30.92] The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
[02:35.19] The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was (maroon)
[02:39.96] And I wake with your memory over me
[02:43.94] That's a real lasting legacy, legacy (it was maroon)
[02:48.75] And I wake with your memory over me
[02:52.75] That's a real lasting legacy to leave
[02:57.53] The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
[03:01.79] And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet (it was maroon)
[03:06.83] The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
[03:11.08] The lips I used to call home, so scarlet (it was maroon)
[03:22.52] It was maroon
[03:31.58] It was maroon
