Текст Matt Nathanson – Last Days Of Summer In San Francisco

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.

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.