We spent July in a Berkley 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 the skin that I couldn't move in We're gonna leave them where they stand We'll 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 jade church rolls and rattles our windows There's no nostalgia here, it's just now, baby now I was the fire that you started For once I knew everything that I wanted We're gonna leave them where they stand We'll 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 It's the last days of summer in San Francisco It's the last days of summer in San Francisco It's the last days of summer in San Francisco 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 Last days of summer in San Francisco