Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song ‘tis the damn season , by - Taylor Swift. Song from the album evermore, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 06.01.2021
Record label: Taylor Swift
Song language: English
‘tis the damn season |
| If I wanted to know who you were hanging with |
| While I was gone, I would have asked you |
| It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass |
| But I felt it when I passed you |
| There's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me |
| But if it's all the same to you |
| It's the same to me |
| So we could call it even |
| You could call me "babe" for the weekend |
| 'Tis the damn season, write this down |
| I'm stayin' at my parents' house |
| And the road not taken looks real good now |
| And it always leads to you and my hometown |
| I parkеd my car right between the Methodist |
| And thе school that used to be ours |
| The holidays linger like bad perfume |
| You can run, but only so far |
| I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave |
| But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me |
| We could call it even |
| You could call me "babe" for the weekend |
| 'Tis the damn season, write this down |
| I'm stayin' at my parents' house |
| And the road not taken looks real good now |
| Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires |
| Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out |
| We could just ride around |
| And the road not taken looks real good now |
| And it always leads to you and my hometown |
| Sleep in half the day just for old times' sake |
| I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay |
| So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends |
| Who'll write books about me, if I ever make it |
| And wonder about the only soul |
| Who can tell which smiles I'm fakin' |
| And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own |
| To leave the warmest bed I've ever known |
| We could call it even |
| Even though I'm leavin' |
| And I'll be yours for the weekend |
| 'Tis the damn season |
| We could call it even |
| You could call me "babe" for the weekend |
| 'Tis the damn season, write this down |
| I'm stayin' at my parents' house |
| And the road not taken looks real good now |
| Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires |
| Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out |
| We could just ride around |
| And the road not taken looks real good now |
| And it always leads to you and my hometown |
| It always leads to you and my hometown |