Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Vocals
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
Piano
James McAlister
James McAlister
Synthesizer
Thomas Bartlett
Thomas Bartlett
Synthesizer
Benjamin Lanz
Benjamin Lanz
Trombone
James Krivchenia
James Krivchenia
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Songwriter
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Producer
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
Producer
Jonathan Low
Jonathan Low
Mixing Engineer
Bella Blasko
Bella Blasko
Recording Engineer
James McAlister
James McAlister
Additional Engineer
Thomas Bartlett
Thomas Bartlett
Additional Engineer
Benjamin Lanz
Benjamin Lanz
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

Lock broken, slur spoken Wound open, game token I didn't know you were keeping count Rain soaking, blind hoping You said I was freeloading I didn't know you were keeping count High infidelity Put on your records and regret me I bent the truth too far tonight I was dancing around, dancing around it High infidelity Put on your headphones and burn my city Your picket fence is sharp as knives I was dancing around, dancing around it Do you really want to know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes? Storm coming, good husband Bad omen Dragged my feet right down the aisle At the house lonely, good money I'd pay if you'd just know me Seemed like the right thing at the time You know there's many different ways That you can kill the one you love The slowest way is never loving them enough Do you really want to know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life? High infidelity Put on your records and regret me I bent the truth too far tonight I was dancing around, dancing around it High infidelity Put on your headphones and burn my city Your picket fence is sharp as knives I was dancing around, dancing around it Do you really want to know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes? You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love The slowest way is never loving them enough High infidelity Put on your records and regret meeting me I bent the truth too far tonight I was dancing around, dancing around it High infidelity Put on your headphones and burn my city Your picket fence is sharp as knives I was dancing around, dancing around it Oh, there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love And it's never enough, it's never enough Lock broken, slur spoken Wound open, game token I didn't know you were keeping count Rain soaking, blind hoping You said I was freeloading I didn't know you were keeping count But oh, you were keeping count
Writer(s): Taylor Swift, Aaron Brooking Dessner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out