intro : C F C F

C
we spent july in a berkeley basement ,
F
half read books , and bold declarations .
Am
there was so much i didn’t believe in
F
and then , there was you .
C
you made me brave , you made me stupid
F
gave me this skin , that i could move in .
Am F
we’re gonna leave them where they stand

leave them where they

C G
love , no one cares
Am F
about the stories they’re not in .
C F
we’ll fade out to whispers ,
Am F
it’s the last days of summer in san francisco .

C F

C
the kitchen’s cold and the tea kettle whistles .
F
the j – church rolls and rattles our windows .
Am F
there’s no nostalgia here; it’s just now , baby , now .
C
i was a fire that you started
F
for once , i knew everything that i wanted .
Am F
we’re gonna leave them where they stand ,

leave them where they

C G
love , no one cares
Am F
about the stories they’re not in .
C F
we’ll fade out to whispers ,
Am F C G
it’s the last days of summer in san francisco ,
Am F
it’s the last days of summer in san francisco .

C G
love , no one cares
Am F
about the stories they’re not in .
C F
we’ll fade out to whispers ,
Am F C G
it’s the last days of summer in san francisco ,
Am F
it’s the last days of summer in san francisco .