| We spent July in a Berkeley basement,
|
| Half read books, and bold declarations.
|
| There was so much I didn’t believe in
|
| And then, there was you.
|
| You made me brave,
|
| You made me stupid
|
| Gave me this skin, that I could move in.
|
| We’re gonna leave them where they stand
|
| Leave them where they
|
| Love, no one cares
|
| About the stories they’re not in.
|
| We’ll fade out to whispers,
|
| It’s the last days of summer in San Francisco.
|
| The kitchens cold and the tea kettle whisles.
|
| The J Church rolls and rattles our windows.
|
| There’s no nostalgia here it’s just now,
|
| Baby now.
|
| I was a fire that you started
|
| For once I knew everything that I wanted.
|
| We’re gonna leave them where they stand,
|
| Leave them where they
|
| Love, no one cares
|
| About the stories they’re not in.
|
| We’ll fade out to whispers,
|
| It’s the last days of summer in San Francisco
|
| It’s the last days of summer in San Francisco
|
| Love, no one cares
|
| About the stories they’re not in.
|
| We’ll fade out to whispers,
|
| It’s the last days of summer in San Francisco
|
| Last days of summer in San Francisco. |