A churning 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 comforting this night
One year I've waited
To see her dress
Glow a midnight silhouette
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 bridge sways
The burns are gone from her face
Forbidden measures brought her up
But God gave the will to love

God gave the will to love