[INTRO] The porch swing sways… Swings as it sings… Says nothing… Yet somehow says everything… [VERSE 1] The porch swing sways, swings as it sings, Says nothings, pleases sweet with the sounds of her needs. What would she do? No phones to be checked, Text message unread with no insecure check. Just blessed breath… With appreciated best… Under covers… Without blanketed regret. Regretted regrets set next to sex, Like her skin sweats, Silenced Love screaming through dead lungs Of a toxic mess. Messing and stressing, With the stress stressed Of stressful situations, Placement of a genetic father and mother, Impatient… No waiting… Impulsive testaments saying… [HOOK] Can we swing… Swing… swing… swing… And find our way… Can we swing… Swing… swing… swing… Find our way… [VERSE 2] The porch swing creaks, Squeaks, Insecure silence sneaks. Steps like a tiptoed stomp, Stomping in stomped streets. Dried creeks, Looked upon like distanced eyes see. Visions sway, Like up over the peak, And down the scene. Scenery seems too far… But peace free’s… Stray pain lost its way, Love found… But unable to stay. Melody played, Ground laid, Blade dull, Wound filled with gain. Sodium filled tracks, Like a path walked By a bleeding heart. Beating days, Stained by betrayed flames, Whispered… Like a soft rain. [THOUGHTAHOLIC POCKET] What’s that tattoo mean? … What happened… To make that tattoo? We learned to trace the ink, But forgot to touch the wound. Searching each other’s phones Instead of searching each other’s fears. Suspicion became our language, While peace sat quietly on the porch… Waiting… Wondering… If we’d ever sit long enough To hear it breathe. [HOOK] Can we swing… Swing… swing… swing… And find our way… Can we swing… Swing… swing… swing… Find our way… [REFLECTION] What would we do… If there was nothing left… To fight? Would we recognize Love… If it finally arrived… Quietly? (Porch swing…) (Harmonica…)
