Texty: Toni Childs. Wild Bride.

The wild bride lives in the back of a forest
On a black dark path
Her feet are like tree roots, her hands of vines
And she holds you and she will entwine

(Dreams, she finds out are shattered like a knife)
She has thorns and she scars and she will leave her mark
(And she hopes that somewhere along the line she might find)
She's the wild one, she's the wild bride

The wild bride asks, she hopes for the future
And children, an abundance of them
But a ball and a chain and war, her domain
She wants them no longer this way

(Dreams she finds out are shattered like a knife)
Can I tear back the veils that are here?
Resisting the white gown I fear for the wildness
(And she hopes that somewhere along the line she might find)
In me wants to exist

Why must I wear these tattered old dresses
And white lace over my gown?
And why must I be a Barbie doll figure
Like on a cake, on a crown?

And the dreams she finds out are shattered like a knife
(Why does it have to be? Can I change the loop on the wild bride)
And she hopes that somewhere along the line
(Underneath)
She might find love

(Dreams she finds out are shattered like a knife)
The wild bride falls to the earth
A sacrifice no one can break from this ball and chain
(And she hopes that somewhere along the line)
Of this wild bride
(She might find)

The thorns in her hands
And a rose for her skins
And belly filled with gold
And seed like a pomegranate
And roots for her limbs
And telling me she'll wrap you with me