I hear the preacher say, "Speak now or forever hold your peace"There's the silence, there's my last chanceI stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on meHorrified looks from everyone in the roomBut I'm only looking at youI am not the kind of girlWho should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasionBut you are not the kind of boyWho should be marrying the wrong girlSo don't say yes, run away nowI'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back doorDon't wait, or say a single vowYou need to hear me outAnd they said, "Speak now."