Swingset - Thorsteinn Einarsson

Written by：Lukas Hillebrand

At noon they rang the bell

We kissed but couldn't tell

Behind that old creaking swing

Then we saddled on that ply

And swung up way too high

Make airplane sounds

Pretending we had wings

But you didn't know

To let go

From way up high

Before it slowed down

And the taste of snow

And her glow

Cause these are the things that

Make a memory a home

Hiding love posts in the cracks

And she would always turn her back

Make faces and never let it show

Lay on the rooftop watch the clouds

Roll off the hill top as we vowed

To keep love even as we grow

But you didn't know

To let go

From way up high

Before it slowed down

And the taste of snow

And her glow

Cause these are the things that

Make a memory a home

And I still don't know

How to let go

Of that swing buried in my soul

And the taste of snow

And her glow

Cause these are the things that

Make a memory a home

Still don't know

I remember when she cried

When I came to say goodbye

Blamed my parents

For moving out of town

We carved initials on a lock

Placed it underneath a rock

By the swingset

Buried in the ground

And I still don't know

How to let go

Of that swing buried in my soul

And the taste of snow

And her glow

Cause these are the things that

Make a memory a home

I still don't know

And the taste of snow

And her glow

Cause these are the things that

Make a memory a home