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.