[Verse] Dust on the pathway, sun through the oak trees Hands meet the thornbush, and the buzz of the bees Years piled between us, like leaves in the fall But here in the bramble, I hear your soft call [Pre-Chorus] Fingers stained purple, stories untold In this quiet moment, we’re breaking the mold [Chorus] Blackberries and old tales, picked side by side Sweetness and ache in the bend of the vine Lost roads find their way back to where we belong In the dust and the thorns, we’re singing our song [Verse] Laughter like rivers, winding through time Memories tangled in blackberry vines Your breath in the warm air, a whispered grace Two distant hearts in this dusty place [Pre-Chorus] Fingers stained purple, stories untold In this quiet moment, we’re breaking the mold [Chorus] Blackberries and old tales, picked side by side Sweetness and ache in the bend of the vine Lost roads find their way back to where we belong In the dust and the thorns, we’re singing our song [Bridge] Under the sun, shadows grow long Together we’re mending the broken and strong Echoes of childhood, carried in dust In the blackberry’s taste, we place all our trust [Chorus] Blackberries and old tales, picked side by side Sweetness and ache in the bend of the vine Lost roads find their way back to where we belong In the dust and the thorns, we’re singing our song [Outro] Dust on our fingers, hearts woven tight Blackberries fading into the night