[Female – soft modern pop] Morning light across the sink I reached in careful not to think About the way the stems still fought Even after all the cutting I had done One small thorn I didn’t see Slipped between my finger and the leaf A bright quick sting that made me flinch Tiny red bead rising on the skin [Male – entering with rock edge] I heard her soft intake of breath From the other room I felt the shift Something small had broken open And the quiet of the house had changed its tone [Both] Pricked while arranging Pricked while arranging Trying to make the beauty stay in place Pricked while arranging Pricked while arranging And the first real drop of red ran down her face [Female] I pressed the finger to my lips Tasted metal in the morning gift Laughed it off the way you do When the damage still feels brand new She said it’s nothing just a scratch Went back to sorting bloom from batch But I watched the way her hands now moved A little slower more aware of every groove [Male – full power] I stood there in the doorway frozen Knowing this was only the beginning Every perfect thing we touch Eventually learns how to cut [Both – explosive] Pricked while arranging Pricked while arranging Trying to make the beauty stay in place Pricked while arranging Pricked while arranging And the first real drop of red ran down her face [Female – quieter bridge] I wrapped a paper towel around The smallest wound I’d ever found And kept on working through the pain Because the flowers still remained [Male] I wanted to step in and take The stems from her for both our sakes But something in me understood This was the language we would speak for good [Both – final massive chorus] Pricked while arranging Pricked while arranging Trying to make the beauty stay in place Pricked while arranging Pricked while arranging And the first real drop of red ran down her face Pricked while arranging The smallest cut the deepest change Pricked while arranging And nothing after that would ever feel the same [Outro – both voices overlapping softly then fading] Pricked while arranging… (Just a thorn) Pricked while arranging… (Just the start)
