歌词千寻
Last
Of
The
Great
Pretenders
-
Matt
Nathanson.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.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,
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.We"ll
leave
them
where
they....Love,
no
one
cares
about
the
stories
they"re
not
in.We"ll
fade
out
to
whispers,
