Текст песни
(Verse 1)
The playground's empty, after dark,
A haunted, lonely, freezing park.
But on the hill, one swing still flies,
Beneath the cold, accusing skies.
(Chorus)
It's creaking high, it's creaking low,
A phantom child, with nowhere to go.
He whispers, "I'm here for the candy,"
"But all I got was this empty swing."
(Bridge)
He waits for someone, just one friend,
To make his playtime never end.
He'll ask you, "Will you push me, please?"
And you will feel your body freeze.
(Chorus)
It's creaking high, it's creaking low,
A phantom child, with nowhere to go.
He whispers, "I'm here for the candy,"
"But all I got was this empty swing."
