Our Song Taylor Swift Lyrics

[00:06.66] I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car,

[00:11.89] He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel,

[00:14.63] The other on my heart,

[00:17.88] I look around, turn the radio down, he says, "baby is something wrong?"

[00:22.89] I say "nothing, I was just thinking how we don't have a song, "

[00:28.87] And he says,

[00:30.40] Our song is a slamming screen door,

[00:32.13] Sneaking out late tapping on your window,

[00:35.13] When we're on the phone and you talk real slow,

[00:38.39] 'Cause it's late and your mama don't know,

[00:40.38] Our song is the way you laugh,

[00:43.38] The first date man I didn't kiss her when I should have,

[00:46.42] And when I got home, before I said amen,

[00:52.12] Asking God if He could play it again.

[01:02.63] I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day,

[01:07.64] Had gone all wrong, had been trampled on and lost and thrown away,

[01:12.89] Got to the hallway well on my way to my lovin' bed,

[01:17.90] I almost didn't notice all the roses,

[01:21.43] And the note that said,

[01:23.66] Our song is a slamming screen door,

[01:26.16] Sneaking out late tapping on your window,

[01:29.15] When we're on the phone and you talk real slow,

[01:32.66] 'Cause it's late and your mama don't know,

[01:34.40] Our song is the way you laugh,

[01:36.89] The first date man I didn't kiss her when I should have,

[01:40.37] And when I got home, before I said amen,

[01:45.39] Asking God if He could play it again.

[02:02.89] I've heard every album, listened to the radio,

[02:08.39] Waiting for something to come along,

[02:13.68] That was as good as our song,

[02:16.90] 'Cause our song is a slamming screen door,

[02:18.91] Sneaking out late tapping on your window,

[02:21.91] When we're on the phone, and he talks real slow,

[02:25.14] 'Cause it's late and his mama don't know,

[02:27.65] Our song is the way he laughs,

[02:29.40] The first date man I didn't kiss him when I should have,

[02:32.88] And when I got home, before I said amen,

[02:38.44] Asking God if He could play it again.

[02:59.42] I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car,

[03:04.64] I grabbed a pen and an old napkin

[03:07.52] And I wrote down our song.