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I was riding shot-gun with my hair undone br>
我坐在副驾驶位上,披头散发 br>
in the front seat of his car br>
在他车的前排 br>
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel br>
他一手控制着方向盘 br>
The other on my heart br>
另一只控制着我的心 br>
I look around turn the radio down br>
我左顾右看,关掉电台广播 br>
He says baby is something wrong br>
他说咋啦宝贝 br>
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song br>
我说没啥啊 就是觉得为什么我们没有自己的歌呢 br>
And he says br>
然后啊他就说 br>
Our song is the slamming screen door br>
我们的歌是砰的关上的纱门 br>
Sneakin' out late tapping on your window br>
深夜偷偷溜出去,敲你的窗户 br>
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow br>
煲电话粥时你语调轻慢 br>
Cause it's late and your mama don't know br>
因为已经很晚了,不想让你妈妈发现 br>
Our song is the way you laugh br>
我们的歌是你的爽朗的笑声 br>
The first date man I didn't kiss her and I should have br>
那是第一次约会啊 我应该吻她但是我没有 br>
And when I got home before I said amen br>
所以当我回到家,在说出结束祷告的“阿门”之前 br>
Asking God if he could play it again br>
我请求上帝 能否让这一切再重来一遍 br>
I was walking up the front porch steps br>
我那时正踏上前门走廊的阶梯 br>
after everything that day br>
疲惫的一整天 br>
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on br>
一切都错了,一切都被狠狠的践踏于脚下 br>
And lost and thrown away br>
我迷失于其中,好像丢弃一切 br>
Got to the hallway well on my way to my lovin' bed br>
走上走廊,只想躺倒在我心爱的床上 br>
I almost didn't notice all the roses br>
差点没看到那一大束的玫瑰花飘香 br>
And the note that said br>
和那张卡片,上面写着: br>
Our song is the slamming screen door br>
我们的歌是砰的关上的纱门 br>
Sneakin' out late tapping on your window br>
深夜偷偷溜出去,敲你的窗户 br>
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow br>
煲电话粥时你语调轻慢 br>
Cause it's late and your mama don't know br>
因为已经很晚了,不想让你发现 br>
Our song is the way you laugh br>
我们的歌是你爽朗的的笑声 br>
The first date man I didn't kiss her and I should have br>
那是第一次约会啊 我应该吻她但是我没有 br>
And when I got home before I said amen br>
所以当我回到家,在说出结束祷告的“阿门”之前 br>
Asking God if he could play it again br>
我请求上帝 能否让这一切再重来一遍 br>
I've heard every album listened to the radio br>
我找遍了每一张专辑,收听着电台的歌 br>
Waited for something to come along br>
等待某首歌响起 br>
That was as good as our song br>
像我们的歌一样好听 br>
Cause our song is the slamming screen door br>
我们的歌是砰的关上的纱门 br>
Sneaking out late tapping on his window br>
深夜偷偷溜出去,敲他的窗户 br>
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow br>
煲电话粥时他语调轻慢 br>
Cause it's late and his mama don't know br>
因为已经很晚了,他妈妈还什么都不知道 br>
Our song is the way he laughs br>
我们的歌是他的笑声 br>
The first date man I didn't kiss him and I should have br>
那是第一次约会啊 我应该吻他但是我没有 br>
And when I got home before I said amen br>
所以当我回到家,在说出结束祷告的“阿门”之前 br>
Asking God if he could play it again br>
我请求上帝 能否让这一切再重来一遍 br>
I was riding shot-gun with my hair undone br>
我坐在副驾驶位上,披头散发 br>
In the front seat of his car br>
在他车的前排 br>
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin br>
我抓起只笔 和随便一张旧的餐巾纸 br>
And I wrote down our song br>
写下了属于我们的歌 br>