Verse 1 in the room with the morning at the glass, sun at your shoulder, white where your people passed, white in the stillness of the ones who tried not to cry. i stood in my good shoes with my pulse pulled high. -- -- after the aisle, ... ... -- You, under the trembling lace, .... I, feeling my own heart falter at the softness in your face. -- -- Pre-Chorus through a slow amen, somewhere in the future... comes a feeling from now. Verse 2 your dress moved. soft as a held breath, The flickering candles, ..share the hush of depth— life itself,... the weight that love proves. ... A vow is not a ribbon, but a thing we move. . . Pre-Chorus without a map, without a fixed star, we stand in the saying of a thing still far. . . . Chorus I do— through the better, I do— through the worse. With the dark ahead, I do. through the loss, through the blue, through the years that ask more— I do. Bridge and later— at the sink, in the bills, through the hours when the silence has a body and a will, when one of us falters by the bed, by the phone, when the house feels full and the heart feels alone, let these words be bread, be roof, be true. not a polished little promise that the pretty day once knew. but in the break, in the bruise, in the ache we go through, let love be the verb that keeps teaching I do. Final Chorus I do— through the better, I do— through the worse. With the dark ahead, I do. through the loss, through the blue, through the years that ask more— I do. by mercy, by will, by the work we do— become what we said when we said I do. Outro in the room, by the candles, through the night still blue— the dark stayed dark. and still: I do