Last Days Of Summer In San Francisco

Intro: 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 kitchen's cold and the tea kettle whistles. 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, It's the last days of summer in San Francisco.