The flames and smoke climbed out of every window / And disappeared with everything that you held dear / You shed not a single tear for the things that you didn't need / 'Cause you knew you were finally free
“One of the nights at the beginning of the tour, I ended up putting my hand out and this girl grabbed my hand. And then all of a sudden I started feeling all of these girls grabbing my hand and it was just this moment of… they were kinda comforting me. And it’s a really vulnerable and emotional part of the song and I feel it every time I sing it. So for them to be holding my hand is just really nice, made me feel a little better. And so I just started putting my hand out every night and like, there’s something really, really cool for me in that connection. Like holding somebody’s hand is such a personal thing and I really like that part of the show every night.”
“There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says ”love is so short, forgetting is so long.” It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we’re trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are moments of newfound hope, extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, red”
“Losing him was blue, like i’d never known; missing him was dark gray, all alone; forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you’ve never met; but loving him was RED.”
