[Intro – Light guitar strum, soft upright piano, sound of crickets]
You ever sit still long enough to feel your heartbeat talk?
That’s where I’m at tonight…
Just me, this swing…
And you.
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[Verse 1]
You said you like the truth, even when it’s hard,
So here’s mine—no mask, no guard.
I ain’t perfect, but I’m present,
And baby, in this moment, I’m confessin’.
You make me feel like I got roots again,
Like I could build a whole life with my bare hands.
A porch, a garden, a flame that don’t end,
And you… rockin’ next to me when the world spins.
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[Chorus – Piano forward, falsetto lift]
These porch swing confessions, whispered in the dark,
Ain’t just pillow talk, baby—it’s pieces of my heart.
I want your storms, your joy, your scars,
And if you let me in, I’ll treat your soul like art.
No sweet talk, no fake disguise—
Just love and truth under Southern skies.
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[Verse 2]
I’ve seen women, but I ain’t felt like this,
You got God in your grace and heat in your kiss.
You don’t just turn me on, you turn me deep,
Make me dream in ways I ain’t dared to keep.
I wanna hold you like a vow with no end,
Be your peace, your porchlight, your closest friend.
And when the passion calls—yeah, we’ll burn bright,
But I wanna earn your days before your nights.
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[Chorus – Harmonies build, slight gospel swell]
These porch swing confessions, wrapped in sweat and stars,
Ain’t nothin’ but my soul reachin’ out to where you are.
I want the parts you hide, the tears you swallow,
I’ll love you gentle and I’ll love you hollow.
So say what you need, baby—I’m not scared,
I’ll swing right beside you, soul stripped bare.
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[Bridge – Spoken over soft piano & jazz guitar]
I don’t need lace and red light to love you right…
Sometimes all I need is your voice…
A soft breeze…
And the rhythm of this swing carryin’ our truth into the night.
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[Final Chorus – Minimal, intimate]
Porch swing confessions, where love begins,
Before the fire, before the sin.
Just you and me, slowin’ time,
And lettin’ honesty sip like Southern wine.
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[Outro – Crickets fade, soft breeze]
This swing may creak,
But baby, it holds everything I need…
When you’re sittin’ here beside me.
