My dear, it’s clear there’s nothing left to say
I thought ‘I do’ long before you had even come to learn my name
Thread the wedding dress, your bride-to-be
Knows a tailor wouldn’t fail her, wouldn’t stitch a threnody
At the altar wearing your true pièce de resistance
Lips against your skin, fangs press down, dig in
Burning bright, then a bite, and the light in your eyes dies and reignites

Back when she just came upon the scene, the blood-red hair of the vampire queen was revered and delighted, made us excited, then we realised how foolish we'd been
The vampire 'curse', well they called it so, didn't take well to red hair and now we know it’s fatal and dangerous, you can’t really blame us, the colour of our life would have to go

My dear, it’s clear there’s nothing left to say
I thought ‘I do’ long before you had even come to learn my name
Thread the wedding dress, your bride-to-be
Knows a tailor wouldn’t fail her, wouldn’t stitch a threnody
At the altar wearing your true pièce de resistance
Lips against your skin, fangs press down, dig in
Burning bright, then a bite, and the light in your eyes dies and reignites

(At the same time: Binding, bobbin, applique, finding it cliché –
Darts and seams and ruby beads, hearts, so crimson, bleed
Every morning, wanting me, warning, haunting me
I became her willing prey, I came to love that way)

The throne had arrived with a plain query: rule the vampires alone or with somebody? But if you share the role, choose a mortal soul, one who joins the clan willingly
Hunting down who befits the crown, didn’t search very long in the human town 'til I saw him there sewing, no way then of knowing his next project would be my wedding gown

It wasn’t long ‘til the neighbours spied, “let me in” I would say, and I’d come inside, and they thought it was shameless, had to declaim us, knew the sun would burn the crimson-eyed
Safe in the shade that I brought with me, much less so when attacked and so suddenly I was struck down by rays of the light of day and it seared through my skin so easily

My dear, it’s clear there’s nothing left to say
I thought ‘I do’ long before you had even come to learn my name
Red-faced, white lace dress, your newlywed
Wants a tailor to unveil her, wants him hanging by a thread
At the altar wearing your true pièce de resistance
Lips against your skin, fangs press down, dig in
Burning bright, then a bite, and the light in your eyes dies and reignites

(At the same time: Binding, bobbin, applique, finding it cliché –
Darts and seams and ruby beads, hearts, so crimson, bleed
Every morning, wanting me, warning, haunting me
I became her willing prey, I came to love that way)