Verse 1]
They told us love was red
A rose you press in a book until it flakes
A blush you wear leaving the restaurant
A word unsaid on the car ride home
A gentle glow where hearts are led
Like streetlamps you follow to an empty house
A dream where hope is fed
On postcards from cities we never booked
[Verse 2]
We practiced love with crayons-bold lines, neat shapes
Cut-out hearts stuck to fridge doors
We thought red meant only bloom
We didn’t learn it also means burn
Now I see red as true
[Verse 3]
The warmth of sunsets fading blue
Skin still hot from the fight we had at noon
A quiet flame that carries through
Nights I lie still, not touching you
Each tender thought of you
Becomes a bruise I press to test
I replay how you laughed by the kitchen sink
And hate how vivid it stays behind my eyes
[Verse 4]
Red is the color of care
And the needle that fixes what it tears
Of beating hearts and moments rare
Caught between landing and falling air
It’s the soup you made when I was ill
And the bowl I couldn’t clear days later
A promise whispered on the air
That love is always there-I wish it wasn’t sometimes
Red is not only the gift-it’s the receipt
Red is both suture and split
[Verse 5]
They never warned us red could be tired
Not only urgent-like sirens
But present-like a debt
Like tea gone cold because you were listening to someone else
The first cut I learned to call love
Was wanting you in a room and choosing silence
Because saying it would make me easier to leave
[Verse 6]
Now red’s the light I drive toward at 1 a.m.
The scab I pick before I sleep
It’s care sharpened by memory
The way I still buy the jam you liked
And leave it unopened like an apology
Red is the color of care
Of beating hearts and moments rare
A promise whispered on the air
That love is always there[Final Chorus]
[Outro]
Always there
Even when I wish it was less true
