You’re A Mansion, With A View

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

The wedding was charming, if a little gauche, there's only so far new money goes

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said "marry me Juliet"

Somewhere back inside a room wearing a gown shaped like a pastry

Church bells ring, carry me home, rice on the ground looks like snow

In one glimpse, it's legendary, you and I go from one kiss to getting married

With every guitar string scar on my hand, I take this magnetic force of a man

She would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in the head

Our whole town came and our mamas cried, you said "I do" and I did too

You shit-talked me under the table, talking rings and talking cradles

Talking 'bout your daddy's farm and you were gonna marry me, and we were happy

Time, doesn't it give some perspective? and no, you can't come to the wedding