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 didnt believe in,And then, there was you。。You made me brave, you made me stupid。Gave me this skin that I could move in。Were gonna leave them where they stand。Well leave them where they。。。。Love, no one cares about the stories theyre not in。Well fade out to whispers,Its the last days of summer in San Francisco。。The kitchens cold, the tea kettle whistles。The jchurch rolls and rattles our windows。Theres no nostalgia here, its just now, baby, now。。I was a fire that you started,For once I knew everything that I wanted。Were gonna leave them where they stand。Well leave them where they。。。。Love, no one cares about the stories theyre not in。Well fade out to whispers,