Last Days Of Summer In San Francisco
Matt Nathanson Lyrics


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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 kitchens 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





Last days of summer in San Francisco.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Matt Nathanson's song Last Days of Summer in San Francisco tell a story of a passionate love affair that takes place over the course of a summer in California. The first stanza describes the beginning of the relationship, set against the backdrop of a Berkeley basement where the two lovers spend their time reading books and making bold declarations. The singer shares that they were skeptical of many things until they met this person who made them feel brave and alive in their own skin. The line "we're gonna leave them where they stand" suggests a sense of rebellion against those who may have tried to hold the couple back from being together.


The second verse picks up the story as the summer begins to draw to a close. The singer describes a scene of domesticity with a cold kitchen and the sound of a tea kettle whistling. The J Church train rolls by outside, seemingly shaking the windows, adding to the feeling of the intense and fleeting moment. Nathanson then sings of how the other person became a fire that he couldn’t resist and he knew exactly what he wanted.


The chorus comes in like a refrain, with the lyrics "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," repeating the theme of the moment being all that matters. The song ends with Nathanson repeating the line "last days of summer in San Francisco," driving home the idea that this was a magical moment but it couldn't last forever.


Line by Line Meaning

We spent July in a Berkeley basement,
In a basement in Berkeley, we spent the entire month of July.


Half read books, and bold declarations.
We only read half of our books and made bold statements.


There was so much I didn't believe in
I had trouble believing in so many things.


And then, there was you.
But then you came along.


You made me brave,
You made me fearless,


You made me stupid
You made me do foolish things.


Gave me this skin, that I could move in.
You gave me a body that I could move freely in.


We're gonna leave them where they stand
We're going to leave them in their current position.


Love, no one cares
Love doesn't need an audience.


About the stories they're not in.
No one is interested in stories they're not a part of.


We'll fade out to whispers,
We'll slowly disappear


It's the last days of summer in San Francisco.
Summer in San Francisco is coming to an end.


The kitchens cold and the tea kettle whistles.
The air in the kitchen is chilly and the whistling tea kettle underlines the peaceful environment.


The J Church rolls and rattles our windows.
We feel the vibration of the J Church train as it passes by our window.


There's no nostalgia here it's just now,
This moment right now is not a nostalgic one, but very much present.


Baby now.
Right now, my dear.


I was a fire that you started
You ignited the fire inside me.


For once I knew everything that I wanted.
For once, I was certain of what I wanted in life.


It's the last days of summer in San Francisco.
Summer in San Francisco is coming to an end.


Love, no one cares
Love doesn't need an audience.


About the stories they're not in.
No one is interested in stories they're not a part of.


We'll fade out to whispers,
We'll slowly disappear


It's the last days of summer in San Francisco.
Summer in San Francisco is coming to an end.


Last days of summer in San Francisco.
It's the final days of Summertime in San Francisco.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: DANIEL LAW HEATH, JACOB SCOTT SINCLAIR, MATT ADAM NATHANSON

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