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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Red dress in the backroom
Lipstick on the crystal glass
Cards cut like confessions
Name written in a ledger of the past
You slide me the silver
One glance and the room goes mute
Trouble in a tailored jacket
Saint heart
Sinner in a funeral suit
[Chorus]
Love in a loaded car
Kissing on the way to war
Black roses in the glove box
You say that I'm what you're bleeding for
Hand on my shaking heart
Gun on your shaking brow
If the world wants us in chains
I'll take the fall for you now
(yeah)
Black roses and bulletproof vows
[Verse 2]
Moonlight on the river
Body in the trunk and we don't speak
Radio humming static prayers
Your jaw tight
Knuckles going white on the wheel this bleak
You ask
“Do you trust me?”
I laugh
“I already died once”
Cross wired with your fingerprints
Heaven wouldn’t have the both of us at once
[Chorus]
Love in a loaded car
Kissing on the way to war
Black roses in the glove box
You say that I'm what you're bleeding for
Hand on my shaking heart
Gun on your shaking brow
If the world wants us in chains
I'll take the fall for you now
(oh, for you now)
Black roses and bulletproof vows
[Bridge]
Sirens in the distance
Your name on every crooked tongue
Let them come
Let them circle
My verdict was you when this started young
Paint my halo with your crime
Write our story on the courthouse wall
If they drag you to the stand
I'll be the ghost they can never haul
[Chorus]
Love in a loaded car
Kissing on the way to war
Black roses in the glove box
You say that I'm what you're bleeding for
Hand on my shaking heart
Gun on your shaking brow
If the night swallows our names
It’s still you and me somehow
(you and me somehow)
Black roses and bulletproof vows
Details
GeneratedFeb 10, 2026
Duration3:31
LanguageFrench
Style
rock, Dark cinematic rock with female vocals; low, swampy guitars and tom-heavy drums in the verses, chorus explodes with distorted power chords, choirs tucked under the lead, and a stalking bass line. Tense, whispered openings that rise into a belted hook; bridge strips to vocal, reverb-soaked guitar swells, then slams back into a final, anthemic chorus., vocal
Credits
Prompt byAuto_GraphBabe
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Dark Rock female vocal a sons about love, crime, mafia
