Verse 1
She was nearly eighty then, with silver in her hair
A gentle, smiling presence in her worn-out kitchen chair
Sneaking sugar cubes into my hand with a quiet, knowing wink
"Just a little treat," she’d whisper, faster than my mom could think
Licking cookie dough right off the spoon, no rules to hold us down
Just the sweetest kind of danger in our quiet little town
Chorus
And I was jumping on the big bed, flying so high
No shadows in the bedroom, no darkness in the sky
He survived the heavy winter, he survived the violent war
But he only talked of football, leaving ghosts behind the door
Just a pure and boundless laughter, an island made of light
My softest place to land, keeping me warm into the night
Verse 2
Though the years had lined her face, her heart was young and free
Creating endless magic for a little girl like me
He wore his history softly, though the iron years were tough
Choosing to give me sweetness when the world had been so rough
From the prison camps of memory to the grass where football flew
He traded all his heavy pain for skies of pastel blue
Chorus
And I was jumping on the big bed, flying so high
No shadows in the bedroom, no darkness in the sky
He survived the heavy winter, he survived the violent war
But he only talked of football, leaving ghosts behind the door
Just a pure and boundless laughter, an island made of light
My softest place to land, keeping me warm into the night
Bridge
Now thirty-seven years of life have drifted softly by
They’ve been gone for so long, but their love will never die
Her eighty years of wisdom and his shelter from the cold
Are still the richest treasures that a heart could ever hold
Outro
Still jumping on the big bed, high above the ground
The sweetest sugar on my tongue, the safest love I found
Her quiet smile, his football stories...
Forever safe, forever mine.
Symmetry
