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, setting sun, setting sun
My eyes adjust into the velvet touch of dusk
The trail ahead exhales a pinpoint flame
Here comes my wife shes 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 yeah yeah
To see her dress glow a midnight shillouette
Soft, aching angel broke by life
broke by life
broke by life
broke by
As the rope bridge sways
Through decaying summer days
Secret hands of blood and ice
blood and ice
blood and ice yeah yeah
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.
I hear the swinging
I feel the swinging
her hips are swinging
the bridge is swinging
yeah yeah yeah
