Thistled Spring

An old love of mine to wed the worst man she finds
A blossom that’s bloomed
In a house that’s a tomb
Trapped in the rhododendron fumes
Bit by the spring
Hurt by the thing
Plagued by the memories that it brings
No peace in the miles
There’s word of the coming of a child
The broke can still break
Oh, what time can take
Somewhere in the rules lies the stakes
Bit by the spring
Hurt by the thing
Plagued by the memories that it brings
Bride to be
My only friend is leaving me in a spring with no end
Bride to be, my only friend