Текст песни A Healer's Folly - Jordan Reyne

I found you broken and full of thorns
Your chest half open, your mind half yours
With bloodied hands
I weeded out your shame
I washed you clean, I hoped you could be whole again

For I was young and
I thought I knew such things
How hope could heal, how hurt could
Scream or sing
But still I never asked you why you'd fallen so
I hoped for more than bones to mend
More that muscle that grows

Till death do us part
Till death do us part

And spring it was, her beauty makes you drunk and blind
We traded rings of gold I hoped
Would make you mine
But gratitude and love, they grow two different flowers
The fruit of one is sweet, the other
Poison sour
Till death do us part
Till death do us part

And human hurt is a shadow waiting
To swallow those who seek the shade
And hide from burning

Till death do us part
Till death do us part

Oh I am grateful for
Small mercies
The way the colour drains from winter
From bitterness, and from me
You never looked me in the eye
Till harvests eve
We shared our bitter fruit
We left the way God lets us leave

Till death do us part
Till death do us part