Riverwood House（バージョン2）

Verse

Old porch creaks where the screen door swells

Porch light flickers like it's telling us something well

Mailbox is rusty but it still holds its frame

Your grandma's recipe card stuck in a wooden frame

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel that window start to lift?

Something soft is moving through the rift

Tell me is this just my heart or mine and yours?

Is it something I can hold onto more than before?

Chorus

We're floating on the current of a porch swing summer

Holding hands so light, like we don't have to hurry

Rustic hinges creaking out a song we've never heard yet

Every porch step's a promise and our names are etched in it yet

We're floating on the current of a porch swing summer

No clock on the sill, just this slow surrender

Rustic hinges creaking out a song we've never heard yet

Every porch step's a promise and our names are etched in it yet

Verse 2

Your grandfather's toolbox still smells like gasoline

Screen door hinge squeaks like it's keeping secrets on its own

River's current turning lazy right behind the trees

Something old is settling into something new inside of me

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel that window start to lift?

Something soft is moving through the rift

Tell me is this just my heart or mine and yours?

Is it something I can hold onto more than before?

Chorus

We're floating on the current of a porch swing summer

Holding hands so light, like we don't have to hurry

Rustic hinges creaking out a song we've never heard yet

Every porch step's a promise and our names are etched in it yet

We're floating on the current of a porch swing summer

No clock on the sill, just this slow surrender

Rustic hinges creaking out a song we've never heard yet

Every porch step's a promise and our names are etched in it yet

Bridge

Maybe this is why they built a house by the waterline

So every storm would teach us how to shine

Not the noise, just the quiet before it hits

Just you and me and the creak of the screen door closing twice

Chorus

We're floating on the current of a porch swing summer

Holding hands so light, like we don't have to hurry

Rustic hinges creaking out a song we've never heard yet

Every porch step's a promise and our names are etched in it yet

We're floating on the current of a porch swing summer

No clock on the sill, just this slow surrender

Rustic hinges creaking out a song we've never heard yet

Every porch step's a promise and our names are etched in it yet