The story behind this song
The floor clears, the lights drop, and for one song there are only two people in a rented hall with both families in the folding chairs. The love was never in doubt — it's the rest that astonishes: the day being allowed at all, the holding-each-other out loud, the rice in a pocket for luck. By the second song the shoes are off and there's that laugh, the one that wrecks them clean every time, the same one from the first apartment where they burned the rice and called it cuisine.
Somewhere decades back, two people danced behind a curtain and hid the ring. This dance is for them too — out in the open now, in front of God and the catering staff.
For the two who were told never, dancing slow in front of everyone anyway.
Lyrics
and it's only you, only you, here we go.
you say "drive safe" like it's a vow.
There's a coffee ring you left on my novel —
I never wiped it off, and look at us now.
They told us once this might not be allowed,
in so many quiet, ordinary ways.
But the hall is rented, the cake is cut,
and I'm holding you in front of their gaze.
and the only thing I can think is —
After all the never, all the no —
I get to say it out loud,
hold you slow, let the whole room know.
After everything, my love,
I get to keep you.
you laugh that laugh that wrecks me clean.
We cooked so bad in our first apartment,
burned the rice and called it cuisine.
There were years I rehearsed this in secret,
not sure the world would let it be true —
now there's rice in my pocket for luck again,
and a ring, and a forever, and you.
and the only thing I can think is —
After all the never, all the no —
I get to say it out loud,
hold you slow, let the whole room know.
After everything, my love,
I get to keep you.
who danced behind a curtain, hid the ring —
so when I dip you under all these lights,
I'm dancing for them too, my everything.
We're out here in the open. We made it.
Hear the whole room start to sing —
After all the never, all the no —
I get to say it out loud,
hold you slow, let the whole room know.
After everything, my love,
I get to keep you.
I get to keep you. We've only begun.
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