Track byMatt Nathanson
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 Fransisco The kitchens cold and the tea kettle whisles The J Church rolls and rattles our windows There's no nestalgia 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 Fransisco It's the last days of summer in San Fransisco 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 Fransisco Last days of summer in San Fransisco