Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Swift
Lead Vocals
Aaron Dessner
Piano
Bryce Dessner
Piano
James McAlister
Synthesizer
Thomas Bartlett
Synthesizer
Eloisa-Fleur Thom
First Violin
Sophie Mather
First Violin
Marianne Haynes
First Violin
Alicia Berendse
First Violin
Anna De Bruin
First Violin
Akiko Ishikawa
First Violin
Nicole Crespo O'Donoghue
First Violin
Natasha Humphries
First Violin
Emily Holland
Second Violin
Kirsty Mangan
Second Violin
Cara Laskaris
Second Violin
Ronald Long
Second Violin
Dan Oates
Second Violin
Iona Allan
Second Violin
Nicholas Bootiman
Viola
Matthew Kettle
Viola
Meghan Cassidy
Viola
Elisa Bergersen
Viola
Morgan Goff
Viola
Brian O'Kane
Cello
Reinoud Ford
Cello
Max Ruisi
Cello
Abi Hyde-Smith
Cello
Dave Brown
Double Bass
Chris Kelly
Double Bass
Sophie Roper
Double Bass
David McQueen
French Horn
Paul Cott
French Horn
Jonathan Farey
French Horn
George Barton
Percussion
Robert Ames
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Swift
Composer
Bryce Dessner
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taylor Swift
Producer
Aaron Dessner
Producer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Low
Recording Engineer
Bella Blasko
Recording Engineer
Bryce Dessner
Recording Engineer
James McAlister
Recording Engineer
Thomas Bartlett
Recording Engineer
Jeremy Murphy
Recording Engineer
Laura Beck
Assistant Recording Engineer
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Now and then she re-reads the manuscript
Of the entire torrid affair
They compared their licenses
He said "I'm not a donor but
I'd give you my heart if you needed it."
She rolled her eyes and said "you're a professional"
He said 'No, just a Good Samaritan'
He said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation was
Soon they'd be pushing strollers
But soon it was over.
In the age of him she wished she was thirty
And made coffee every morning in a French press
Afterward she only ate kids' cereal
And couldn't sleep unless it was in her mother's bed
Then she dated boys who were her own age
With dartboards on the backs of their doors
She thought about how he said
Since she was so wise beyond her years,
Everything had been above board
She wasn't sure.
And the years passed like scenes of a show
The professor said to write what you know
Looking backwards might be the only way
to move forward
Then the actors were hitting their marks
And the slow dance was alight with the sparks
And the tears fell in synchronicity with the score
And at last
She knew what the agony had been for.
The only thing that's left is the manuscript
One last souvenir from my trip to your shores
Now and then I re-read the manuscript
But the story isn't mine anymore.
Writer(s): Taylor Alison Swift
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