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.