[Verse 1]
Glove on my hand
Card on my back
Name on a list
Rank on the rack
Pearls in the glass light
Eyes doing math
Right?
Every curtsy
Feels like a contract
[Pre-Chorus]
But you cut through the chatter
Like a comet through the chandeliers
Laughing at the barons
Saying
"Why are we still living here?"
[Chorus]
I don't want to be the diamond of the season
Pinned like a prize for a paper-thin reason
You take my dance card
Tear it to pieces
Say
"Write your own fate in the ballroom recess"
If I'm your scandal
Be my freedom
Turn this market into a kingdom
I don't want to be the diamond of the season
I want to be the storm
[Verse 2]
Heir to an empire
She with a title
Them in a waistcoat
Smile so idle
Waltz with a viscount
Dream of an island
Far from the gossip
Close to the wild in you
[Pre-Chorus]
You slip me out the back door
Past the roses and the whispered names
Magic on your black glove
You redraw the borders of the game
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Spin the room
Flip the script
Let the debutantes grow wings
Watch the portraits
Blink and shift
Old ghosts blessing newer things
[crecendo]
Make the ton
Lose their breath
When we walk in hand in hand
Not for fortune
Not for flesh
Just two hearts
Rewriting the land
[Chorus]