Skinny-dipping with the kids from a nearby town
The cold air will rush your hard heart away
And the nights when the living room was on the lawn
Constant quarrelling, the childish fits
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move
Scraping paper to document
I lost track and then those words were said
As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth
I remember when the days were long
And this is all that's left
And as the summers ending
The cold air will rush your hard heart away
You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed
The empty bottles, spent cigarettes
Cup your mouth to compress the sound
You were so condescending
And this is all that's left
Scraping paper to document
The cold air will rush your hard heart away
So pack a change of clothes 'cause it's time to move on
Was your lips touching mine in a photobooth
And as the summers ending
Anything but the blatant proof
All the slander and doublespeak
Soon we woke and I walked you home
As the alcohol drained the days
The cold air will rush your hard heart away
And as the summers ending
You were so condescending
And this is all that's left
You were so condescending
Publishers: EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., WHERE I'M CALLING FROM MUSIC
On
And as the summer's ending
Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean
Everything that I said was true
And it was pretty clear that it was hardly love
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on
And our clothes in a pile on the ottoman
You were so condescending
Songwriter: Benjamin Gibbard