oursong歌词英文

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 Our song is the slamming screen door,Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window When you're on the phone and you talk real slow Cause it's late and your mama don't know i was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day Had gone all wrong or 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... 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 you're on the phone and you talk real slow Cause it's late and your mama don't know 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... Our song is the way you laugh The first date man, I didn't kiss her, but I should haveAnd when I got home ... before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again Our song is the way you laugh The first date man, I didn't kiss her, but I should have And when I got home ... before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again Our song is the slamming screen door,Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window When you'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, but I should haveAnd when I got home ... before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again I was riding shotgun with my hair undoneIn the front seat of his carI grabbed a pen and an old napkin iAnd I... wrote down our song中文字幕

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car我坐在他车子的副驾驶位子上，顶着乱糟糟的头发He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel他一只手握着方向盘The other on my heart另一只手在我心上I look around, turn the radio down我随意张望，把录音机的声音关小He says baby is something wrong?他说宝贝怎么了？I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song我说没什么，我只是在想为什么我们没有一首我们的歌And he says...然后他说... [Chorus]Chorus:Our song is the slamming screen door,我们的歌是那扇发出噪音的门Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window当我晚上偷偷溜出去，敲你的窗户的时候When we're on the phone and you talk real slow是我们讲电话时你悄悄的话语Cause it's late and your mama don't know因为已经是深夜，并且你妈妈不知道Our song is the way you laugh我们的歌是你笑的样子The first date "man, I didn't kiss her when I should have"第一次约会后：“天啊，我在应该吻她时却没有吻”And when I got home ,before I said amen 当我回到家后，在我结束祷告前Asking God if he could play it again我问上帝能不能让一切重来I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day在一天结束后，我沿着台阶走进前门廊Had gone all wrong or been trampled on所有的事都搞砸，弄得一团糟And lost and thrown away被丢弃，被浪费Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed通向我可爱的床的途中，穿过走廊I almost didn't notice all the roses我几乎没有注意到沿途的玫瑰And the note that said...和纸条上写着的...Our song is the slamming screen door,我们的歌是那扇发出噪音的门Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window当我晚上偷偷溜出去，敲你的窗户的时候When we're on the phone and you talk real slow是我们讲电话时你悄悄的话语Cause it's late and your mama don't know因为已经是深夜，并且你妈妈不知道Our song is the way you laugh我们的歌是你笑的样子The first date "man, I didn't kiss her when I should have"第一次约会后：“天啊，我在应该吻她时却没有吻”And when I got home ,before I said amen 当我回到家后，在我结束祷告前Asking God if he could play it again我问上帝能不能让一切重来I've heard every album, listened to the radio我听过了每一张专辑，也听过了录音机Waited for something to come along等待着一些什么出现That was as good as our song...能够足以媲美我们的歌...Cause our song is the slamming screen door因为我们的歌是那扇发出噪音的门Sneaking out late, tapping on his window当我晚上偷偷溜出去，敲你的窗户的时候When we're on the phone and he talks real slow是我们讲电话时他悄悄的话语 Cause it's late and his mama don't know因为已经是深夜，并且他妈妈不知道Our song is the way he laugh我们的歌是他笑的样子The first date "man, I didn't kiss him when I should have"第一次约会后：“天啊，我在应该吻他时却没有吻”And when I got home,before I said amen当我回到家后，在我结束祷告前Asking God if he could play it again问上帝能不能让一切重来I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car我坐在他车子的副驾驶位子上，顶着乱糟糟的头发I grabbed a pen and an old napkin我抓了一支钢笔和一条旧餐巾And I... wrote down our song然后我...写下了我们的歌