[Verse] Evening slips, the streetlamp flickers slow, Porch light hums, where the shadows love to grow. Grandma’s fans spinning stories ‘round the air, Whispers curl like smoke, secrets thread through bare. [Pre-Chorus] Every turn, a memory twisted tight, Words like thunder roll beneath the night. [Chorus] Fans keep spinning, telling tales we dare not say, Secrets floating, riding on the breeze that sway. On Grandma’s porch, the truth’s a quiet fight, Fans keep spinning through the dark, into the light. [Verse] Cracks in the wood, they’re listening close and still, Hushed confessions buried deep beyond the hill. Grainy voices echo, fearless in their flight, In the cooling air, the silence bites just right. [Pre-Chorus] Every turn, a memory twisted tight, Words like thunder roll beneath the night. [Chorus] Fans keep spinning, telling tales we dare not say, Secrets floating, riding on the breeze that sway. On Grandma’s porch, the truth’s a quiet fight, Fans keep spinning through the dark, into the light. [Bridge] Spin slow, spin fast, time won’t rewind, In this circle, lost and found combine. Grainy whispers, punchy beats collide, Fearless in the dark where secrets hide. [Chorus] Fans keep spinning, telling tales we dare not say, Secrets floating, riding on the breeze that sway. On Grandma’s porch, the truth’s a quiet fight, Fans keep spinning through the dark, into the light. [Outro] Whispers fade but the fans don’t lie, Secrets travel under moonlit sky. Porch fans spinning till the break of day, Holding all the words we never say.