our song吉他谱
our song吉他谱
our song歌词
I was riding shotgun 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 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 was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and 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 should have"
And when I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
Play it again, oh yeah, oh, oh, yeah
I was riding shotgun 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
译文
我坐在他车子的副驾驶位子上，顶着乱糟糟的头发
他一只手握着方向盘
另一只手在我心上
我随意张望，把录音机的声音关小
他说宝贝怎么了?
我说没什么，我只是在想为什么我们没有一首我们的歌
然后他说...
我们的歌是那扇发出噪音的门
当我晚上偷偷溜出去，敲你的窗户的时候
是我们讲电话时你悄悄的话语
因为已经是深夜，并且你妈妈不知道
我们的歌是你笑的样子
第一次约会后：“天啊，我在应该吻她时却没有吻”
当我回到家后，在我结束祷告前
我问上帝能不能让一切重来
在一天结束后，我沿着台阶走进前门廊
所有的事都搞砸，弄得一团糟
被丢弃，被浪费
通向我可爱的床的途中，穿过走廊
我几乎没有注意到沿途的玫瑰
和纸条上写着的
我们的歌是那扇发出噪音的门
当我晚上偷偷溜出去，敲你的窗户的时候
是我们讲电话时你悄悄的话语
因为已经是深夜，并且你妈妈不知道
我们的歌是你笑的样子
第一次约会后：“天啊，我在应该吻她时却没有吻”
当我回到家后，在我结束祷告前
我问上帝能不能让一切重来
我听过了每一张专辑，也听过了录音机
等待着一些什么出现
能够足以媲美我们的歌...
因为我们的歌是那扇发出噪音的门
当我晚上偷偷溜出去，敲你的窗户的时候
是我们讲电话时他悄悄的话语
因为已经是深夜，并且他妈妈不知道
我们的歌是他笑的样子
第一次约会后：“天啊，我在应该吻他时却没有吻”
当我回到家后，在我结束祷告前
问上帝能不能让一切重来
我坐在他车子的副驾驶位子上，顶着乱糟糟的头发
我抓了一支钢笔和一条旧餐巾
然后我...写下了我们的歌