Please picture me in the trees
I hit my peak at seven feet
In the swing, over the creek
I was too scared to jump in
But I was high in the sky
With [North America] under me
Are there still beautiful things?
- Taylor Swift
Please picture me in the trees
I hit my peak at seven feet
In the swing, over the creek
I was too scared to jump in
But I was high in the sky
With [North America] under me
Are there still beautiful things?
- Taylor Swift