More songs by Taylor Swift
Description
Some things connect people so quietly that you can only hear it between the lines. Like the rustling of grass where books were once read, or the color of a shirt on a summer day when everything still seemed endless. Fate here is not in fanfare, but in a thin thread - almost invisible, but stubbornly golden. It stretches through cities, failures, and funny coincidences: from a mossy yogurt shop to a park where the leaves turn the color of honey.
Sometimes it seems that time is mocking us - cutting us open, then sewing us back up, leaving shiny scars. But there is also comfort in this: in how the past ceases to burn and becomes a reason to laugh and send gifts to the children of those who once hurt us. And suddenly everything falls into place - all the wrong turns, all the detours, all the delays - only to lead you to the place where you find peace. And even if this knot is invisible, one thing is clear: someone tied it with a specific intention.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Green was the color of the grass
Where I used to read at Centennial Park
I used to think I would meet somebody there
Teal was the color of your shirt when you were 16 at the yogurt shop
You used to work at to make a little money
Time, curious time
Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs
Were there clues I didn't see?
And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me?
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Bad was the blood of the song in the cab on your first trip to L.A.
You ate at my favorite spot for dinner
Bold was the waitress on our three-year trip
Getting lunch down by the Lakes
She said I looked like an American singer
Time, mystical time
Cutting me open, then healing me fine
Were there clues I didn't see?
And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me?
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
A string that pulled me
Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar
Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire
Chains around my demons
Wool to brave the seasons
One single thread of gold tied me to you
Cold was the steel of my axe to grind
For the boys who broke my heart
Now I send their babies presents
Gold was the color of the leaves
When I showed you around Centennial Park
Hell was the journey, but it brought me heaven
Time, wondrous time
Gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies
And it's cool, baby, with me
And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me?
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
He-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh