[Verse] Faded paint and fading lights, Ghosts of laughter in the night, The last porch swing creaks so slow, A gentle pulse where the lost dreams go. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers ride the cooling breeze, Time hangs in the hollow trees. [Chorus] Swing me close, don’t let me fall, In this town where silence calls, We’re the echoes, we’re the rings, Holding tight to the porch swings. Swing me close, don’t let me fall, In this town where silence calls, We’re the echoes, we’re the rings, Holding tight to the porch swings. [Verse] Trailer lights like fireflies, Flicker soft beneath the skies, Cracked wood sings a fragile tune, Underneath the silver moon. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers ride the cooling breeze, Time hangs in the hollow trees. [Chorus] Swing me close, don’t let me fall, In this town where silence calls, We’re the echoes, we’re the rings, Holding tight to the porch swings. Swing me close, don’t let me fall, In this town where silence calls, We’re the echoes, we’re the rings, Holding tight to the porch swings. [Bridge] And if the world forgets to turn, We’ll keep the fire and the burn, In the silence, hear the sound— The last swing swaying round and round. [Chorus] Swing me close, don’t let me fall, In this town where silence calls, We’re the echoes, we’re the rings, Holding tight to the porch swings. Swing me close, don’t let me fall, In this town where silence calls, We’re the echoes, we’re the rings, Holding tight to the porch swings. [Outro] Swinging slow, just you and me, Last porch swing, our memory.