Our Song

作曲 : Taylor Swift/Becca Walls

I was riding shot-gun with my hair undone

in the front seat of his car

He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel

The other on my heart

I look around turn the radio down

He says baby is something wrong

I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song

And he says

Our song is the slamming screen door

Sneakin' out late tapping on your window

When we're on the phone and you talk real slow

Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh

The first date man I didn't kiss her and I should have

And when I got home before I said amen

Asking God if he could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps

after everything that day

Had gone all wrong or been trampled on

And lost and thrown away

Got to the hallway well on my way to my lovin' bed

I almost didn't notice all the roses

And the note that said

Our song is the slamming screen door

Sneakin' out late tapping on your window

When we're on the phone and you talk real slow

Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh

The first date man I didn't kiss her and I should have

And when I got home before I said amen

Asking God if he could play it again

I've heard every album listened to the radio

Waited for something to come along

That was as good as our song

Cause our song is the slamming screen door

Sneaking out late tapping on his window

When we're on the phone and he talks real slow

Cause it's late and his mama don't know

Our song is the way he laughs

The first date man I didn't kiss him and I could have

And when I got home before I said amen

Asking God if he could play it again

I was riding shot-gun with my hair undone

In the front seat of his car

I grabbed a pen and an old napkin

And I wrote down our song

[00:01.000] 作曲 : Taylor Swift/Becca Walls

[00:11.810]I was riding shot-gun with my hair undone

[00:14.610]in the front seat of his car

[00:17.060]He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel

[00:20.000]The other on my heart

[00:23.200]I look around turn the radio down

[00:25.250]He says baby is something wrong

[00:28.090]I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song

[00:34.130]And he says

[00:35.130]Our song is the slamming screen door

[00:37.680]Sneakin' out late tapping on your window

[00:40.580]When we're on the phone and you talk real slow

[00:44.080]Cause it's late and your mama don't know

[00:46.070]Our song is the way you laugh

[00:48.270]The first date man I didn't kiss her and I should have

[00:51.820]And when I got home before I said amen

[00:57.170]Asking God if he could play it again

[01:07.810]I was walking up the front porch steps

[01:10.550]after everything that day

[01:13.150]Had gone all wrong or been trampled on

[01:16.100]And lost and thrown away

[01:19.050]Got to the hallway well on my way to my lovin' bed

[01:24.140]I almost didn't notice all the roses

[01:27.190]And the note that said

[01:29.790]Our song is the slamming screen door

[01:33.030]Sneakin' out late tapping on your window

[01:36.030]When we're on the phone and you talk real slow

[01:39.530]Cause it's late and your mama don't know

[01:41.480]Our song is the way you laugh

[01:43.420]The first date man I didn't kiss her and I should have

[01:46.820]And when I got home before I said amen

[01:52.470]Asking God if he could play it again

[02:01.170]

[02:10.060]I've heard every album listened to the radio

[02:14.810]Waited for something to come along

[02:20.200]That was as good as our song

[02:24.050]Cause our song is the slamming screen door

[02:26.790]Sneaking out late tapping on his window

[02:29.840]When we're on the phone and he talks real slow

[02:33.090]Cause it's late and his mama don't know

[02:35.280]Our song is the way he laughs

[02:37.280]The first date man I didn't kiss him and I could have

[02:40.530]And when I got home before I said amen

[02:46.430]Asking God if he could play it again

[02:55.970]

[03:07.280]I was riding shot-gun with my hair undone

[03:10.380]In the front seat of his car

[03:13.430]I grabbed a pen and an old napkin

[03:15.570]And I wrote down our song