Swing Sets

[Intro | distant nighttime playground ambience, subtle children laughing far away, swing chains creaking softly, tape hiss, bright clean guitar harmonics, airy falsetto.] Swing set chains, they twist and scrape, Scarecrow moans after every lift we take… Swing set chains, grind yet stay in place, There we go falling backwards on our faces… [Verse 1 | gentle clean strumming, soft bass pulse underneath.] We both knew what was waiting there, Hateful clenched fists with resigned stares, Pocketed back slaps when dinners unprepared, At least here these chains don’t rip at our hair. [Pre-Chorus 1 | drums softly building, vocals breathier.] Swing set chains groan under our weight, While we’re finding ways to push out our decay… Swaying back and fourth, holding two bruised buddies while they sway, Both waiting for their homes to break. [Chorus 1 | brighter lift, layered falsetto harmonies, drums open wider.] Oh, oh-ooh! The sun’s dying down, But I wanna hang the night with you! Swinging back and fourth, embracing the dark of this park, Under the light of this fairy moon… Just us two… Not a soul around, that’s fine, it fits our sullen moods. Rusted chains swaying high with the hopes and truths… Ah-ahhh-oh-oh-ooohh! Oh, I wanna hang the night so I’m not on my own… Swinging high and low, at the highest point, do you wanna let go? Whoooooah!!! [Post-Chorus | instrumental glide, distant playground ambience returns.] [Verse 2 | fuller drums, wider guitars, emotional exhaustion growing.] Our elbows are bruised, slamming down from open air, Bloody knuckles, bleeding feet, chipped tooth, Too much blood to scrub out of our hair… But we still choose to hold onto each other in such despair… Just two bleeding buddies… Swing sets catching our breaths before it’s beaten out by our families… [Pre-Chorus 2 | larger emotional swell.] Swing set chains groan under our weight, While we’re finding ways to push out our decay... Swaying back and fourth, holding two bruised buddies while they fade, Both waiting for their homes to break. [Chorus 2 | larger harmonies, stronger drums, emotional chest voice blending into falsetto.] Oh, oh-ooh! The sun’s dying down, But I wanna hang the night with you! Swinging back and fourth, embracing the dark of this park, Under the light of this fairy moon… Just us two… Not a soul around, that’s fine, it fits our sullen moods. Rusted chains swaying high with the hopes and bruises… Ah-ahhh-oh-oh-ooohh! Oh, I wanna hang the night so I’m not on my own… Swinging high and low, at the highest point, do you wanna let go? Whoooooah!!! [Bridge | delicate halftime, soft tom heartbeat, minimal bass sustain, close-mic vocals, swing chains creaking faintly underneath.] Take my scabbed hands, I think I understand… Fingerprint bruises staining you, run up my back… This park is dim, not a single soul witnessing… Stay against my concaved chest, I won’t break… Let’s stay close until they shriek our names… [Post-Bridge | hypnotic layered vocals, swelling ambience.] Until they shriek our names… Scream our names… Bleed our names… Endlessly blood curdliiiing… [Final Chorus | full emotional bloom, soaring guitars, chest voice cracks, huge harmonies.] Oh, oh-ooh! The sun’s dying down, But I wanna hang the night with you! Swinging back and fourth, embracing the dark of this park, Under the light of this fairy moon… Just us two… Not a soul around, that’s fine, it fits our sullen moods. Rusted chains swaying high with the hopes and bruises… Ah-ahhh-oh-oh-ooohh! Oh, I wanna hang the night so I’m not on my own… Swinging high and low, at the highest point, do you wanna let go? Whoooooah!!! [Outro | instruments collapsing into soft ambience, falsetto motif returns gently.] Swing set chains… They twist and scrape… Scarecrow moans after every hit we take…