[00:00.000] 作词 : Taylor Swift
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Taylor Swift
[00:11.81]I was riding shot-gun with my hair undone
[00:14.61]in the front seat of his car
[00:17.06]He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
[00:20.00]The other on my heart
[00:23.20]I look around turn the radio down
[00:25.25]He says baby is something wrong
[00:28.09]I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song
[00:34.13]And he says
[00:35.13]Our song is the slamming screen door
[00:37.68]Sneakin' out late tapping on your window
[00:40.58]When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
[00:44.08]Cause it's late and your mama don't know
[00:46.07]Our song is the way you laugh
[00:48.27]The first date man I didn't kiss her and I should have
[00:51.82]And when I got home before I said amen
[00:57.17]Asking God if he could play it again
[01:07.81]I was walking up the front porch steps
[01:09.95]after everything that day
[01:12.55]Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
[01:15.20]And lost and thrown away
[01:18.15]Got to the hallway well on my way to my lovin' bed
[01:23.24]I almost didn't notice all the roses
[01:25.99]And the note that said
[01:27.99]Our song is the slamming screen door
[01:31.53]Sneakin' out late tapping on your window
[01:34.53]When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
[01:38.03]Cause it's late and your mama don't know
[01:40.28]Our song is the way you laugh
[01:42.22]The first date man I didn't kiss her and I should have
[01:45.62]And when I got home before I said amen
[01:51.27]Asking God if he could play it again
[02:08.26]I've heard every album listened to the radio
[02:13.01]Waited for something to come along
[02:18.40]That was as good as our song
[02:21.65]Cause our song is the slamming screen door
[02:24.09]Sneaking out late tapping on his window
[02:27.14]When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
[02:30.39]Cause it's late and his mama don't know
[02:32.58]Our song is the way he laughs
[02:34.58]The first date man I didn't kiss him and I could have
[02:37.83]And when I got home before I said amen
[02:43.73]Asking God if he could play it again
[03:04.58]I was riding shot-gun with my hair undone
[03:07.08]In the front seat of his car
[03:10.13]I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
[03:12.27]And I wrote down our song