Sweet Nothing - Taylor Swift (泰勒·斯威夫特)

Lyrics by：Taylor Swift/William Bowery

Composed by：Taylor Swift/William Bowery

I spy with my little tired eye

Tiny as a firefly a pebble that we picked up last July

Down deep inside your pocket

We almost forgot it

Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes

Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh

They said the end is comin'

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

On the way home

I wrote a poem

You say what a mind

This happens all the time

Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh

'Cause they said the end is comin'

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was nothing

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors

And smooth-talking hucksters out-glad-handing each other

And the voices that implore you should be doing more

To you I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it

Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh

They said the end is comin'

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

They said the end is comin' ooh-ooh

They said the end is comin'

Everyone's up to something

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside they're push and shoving ooh-ooh

Outside they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing