Rope Swing Songtext
von Ezra Bell

A lot of salt down in the sweet spots
Another line drawn underneath

One too many trips to the downtown mirage
Is like a visit from a faceful of teeth

And I set out in the evening
But just a-following my feet
But they blister and they break right before the mighty mountain range
That stood up like the guardians of Eden


And I sat down in the courtyard
I brought the poison for my pain
In this dusty inch of progress I′ll wait until
The feeble and foolhardy come of age
Ooh ooh ooh-ooh ooh
Oh-oh ooh ooh
And I dream you in the nighttime
All those visits to your bed
By the lukewarm disappointment
I'm too young to be avenged

Come and push me on the rope swing, darling, darling
Like back when we were friends
When there was nothing underneath me
I had the whole sky overhead
Yes yes yes I
Ooh ooh ooh-ooh ooh
Oh-oh ooh ooh