The other day I was thinking that we have spent so much of time together that it seems like I have spent one lifetime with you and if I can going on talking about that, I will take two lifetimes to tell the complete story. When we talk, we create a story and when we don't talk we create more stories :-)
I can actually write a blog entry for each day I spent with you, but maybe you won't be interested in all those details. For you, it may just be a good evening, a nice day or a sad day, but for me every day was like a celebration. And that, I think, is the real measure of friendship — being able to love to be with each other, no matter for how long — and no regrets if that could not have been possible in years.
So this song fits exactly what I have to say to you. I may never say this to you face to face and I also know that you will never read this blog, but still I have to take out my feelings, so this is that place where I am a stranger and I can say whatever I feel and whatever I have to say to you. People will tak everything about you and me, but it is none of our business what they talk about us and I am least concerned about that. And so are you, isnt't it?
So this song fits exactly what I have to say to you. I may never say this to you face to face and I also know that you will never read this blog, but still I have to take out my feelings, so this is that place where I am a stranger and I can say whatever I feel and whatever I have to say to you. People will tak everything about you and me, but it is none of our business what they talk about us and I am least concerned about that. And so are you, isnt't it?
Our Song
Songwriters: Swift, Taylor Alison;
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...
[Chorus:]
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...
[Repeat Chorus]
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
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
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 says...
[Chorus:]
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...
[Repeat Chorus]
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
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
Our relationship, though best not classified on the human defined terminology, is a little bit similar to this song too. I loved being on the phone late at night when I was not supposed to be. So this part of the song reminds me of the conversations that I have had late at night. If I could write a song to describe what is there on my mind, this would have been the perfect song that I could have written... Only if I was Taylor Swift :-)
