Grand

Verse 1

She was nearly eighty then, with silver in her hair

A gentle, smiling presence in her worn-out kitchen chair

Sneaking sugar cubes into my hand with a quiet, knowing wink

"Just a little treat," she’d whisper, faster than my mom could think

Licking cookie dough right off the spoon, no rules to hold us down

Just the sweetest kind of danger in our quiet little town

Chorus

And I was jumping on the big bed, flying so high

No shadows in the bedroom, no darkness in the sky

He survived the heavy winter, he survived the violent war

But he only talked of football, leaving ghosts behind the door

Just a pure and boundless laughter, an island made of light

My softest place to land, keeping me warm into the night

Verse 2

Though the years had lined her face, her heart was young and free

Creating endless magic for a little girl like me

He wore his history softly, though the iron years were tough

Choosing to give me sweetness when the world had been so rough

From the prison camps of memory to the grass where football flew

He traded all his heavy pain for skies of pastel blue

Chorus

And I was jumping on the big bed, flying so high

No shadows in the bedroom, no darkness in the sky

He survived the heavy winter, he survived the violent war

But he only talked of football, leaving ghosts behind the door

Just a pure and boundless laughter, an island made of light

My softest place to land, keeping me warm into the night

Bridge

Now thirty-seven years of life have drifted softly by

They’ve been gone for so long, but their love will never die

Her eighty years of wisdom and his shelter from the cold

Are still the richest treasures that a heart could ever hold

Outro

Still jumping on the big bed, high above the ground

The sweetest sugar on my tongue, the safest love I found

Her quiet smile, his football stories...

Forever safe, forever mine.