Cliffside Swing
Ethereal country sang by a female about a swing and small house at a edge of a cliff
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Lyrics
[Verse]
White paint peels in the salt air.
One porch light for the moths to share.
Small kitchen window faces the west.
Where the wild clouds go to rest.
Dusty floorboards hum a low tune.
Under the gaze of a paper moon.
The front door opens to a steep drop.
Where the green grass has to stop.
[Chorus]
Swing high, swing low.
Above the blue where the gulls go.
Feet in the clouds, heart in the sky.
Watching the world passing by.
Swing high, swing low.
Where the steep winds blow.
[Verse]
Rope tied tight to a sturdy pine.
Crossing over that jagged line.
I kick the dirt and I leave the ground.
Looking for a peace I finally found.
The waves down deep are just a blur.
Everything is quiet, just a purr.
Roof shingles rattle when the gale hits.
This is where the whole world fits.
[Chorus]
Swing high, swing low.
Above the blue where the gulls go.
Feet in the clouds, heart in the sky.
Watching the world passing by.
Swing high, swing low.
Where the steep winds blow.
[Bridge]
They said the land would eventually give.
But this is the only way I can live.
One inch back from the edge of the blue.
Waiting for the sun to break through.
[Chorus]
Swing high, swing low.
Above the blue where the gulls go.
Feet in the clouds, heart in the sky.
Watching the world passing by.
Swing high, swing low.
Where the steep winds blow.
[Outro]
Just a small house.
On a big hill.
Letting the wind.
Stand still.
[Outro]
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