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.      Tra la la la la la.