“Seven” is a poignant trail by the American singer-songwriter Taylor Swift, featured on her acute acclaimed album “folklore,” released in July 2020. The song is a nostalgic throwing back on childhood purity, friendship, and the passage of time.
Written purely by Taylor Swift and produced by Aaron Dessner of The National, “Seven” bag the being of Swift’s storytelling prowess and passionate depth. The lyrics explore into Swift’s memories of a childhood friend, investigate themes of innocency, loss, and the bittersweet nature of growing up.
In “Seven,” Swift recall about carefree days spent with her friend, painting vivid imagination of their adventures in the woods and their shared illusion and covert. The song’s wistful tune and haunting instrumentation create an reminiscent atmosphere, transporting listeners to a bygone era of innocency and wonder.
While “Seven” is deeply personal to Swift, its universal themes of friendship and nostalgia have resonate with fans around the world. The song’s contemplative lyrics and ethereal soundscapes showcase Swift’s growth as a songwriter and cement her fame as one of the most convincing voices in contemporary music.
“Seven” has been praised by critics for its lyrical depth and emotional resonance, further hardens its place as a standout track on “folklore” and a beloved fan favorite. The song’s continuing popularity underscores Swift’s ability to connect with listeners on a greatly personal level, making it a cherished addition to her expansive catalog of music.
Lyrics
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, I was high in the sky
With Pennsylvania under me
Are there still beautiful things?
Sweet tea in the summer
Cross your heart, won’t tell no other
And though I can’t recall your face
I still got love for you
Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
And I’ve been meaning to tell you
I think your house is haunted
Your dad is always mad and that must be why
And I think you should come live with
Me and we can be pirates
Then you won’t have to cry
Or hide in the closet
And just like a folk song
Our love will be passed on
Please picture me
In the weeds
Before I learned civility
I used to scream ferociously
Any time I wanted
I, I
Sweet tea in the summer
Cross my heart, won’t tell no other
And though I can’t recall your face
I still got love for you
Pack your dolls and a sweater
We’ll move to India forever
Passed down like folk songs
Our love lasts so long