A churring tribe of insects on the mountainside Orchestrate a hopeful symphony The buzzing flows from my fingers to my toes And strikes a pulse with the rope bridge's sway
One year has passed since i laid her in the grass Bound by a lantern The mystic said it would raise her from the dead Give her a year and a setting sun
My eyes adjust to the velvet touch of dusk The trail ahead exhales a pinpoint flame Here comes my wife from the other side of life Dripping lace as the rope bridge sways
Her lantern light, so comfoting this night One year I've waited To see her dress glow a midnight shillouette Soft, aching angel broke by life.
As the rope bridge sways Through decaying summer days Secret hands of blood and ice sway the bridge into the night
As the rope bride sways The burns are gone from her face Forbidden measures brought her up But God gave the will to love.