Lesser Oceans Songtext
von Fences

She asked, "How′s Seattle?"
In some motherly talk
It's okay, it′s mostly gray
I think I'm just leveling off
And sometimes I think I'm running around
Like a dog with no song, no song
And I′m following some flickering lamp
In the fog, the fog, the fog

I know, I know that I′m getting older
I don't think they really like me
If I could stay just a little longer
They might be giving out new greys


Think back to the time we drove
To Park Slope for a walk
It′s okay, it's far away
I just think I′m measuring loss (Just think I'm measuring loss)
And sometimes I think you′re writing this down
For the songs, the songs, the songs
And it's something that you don't really feel
But it′s ours, it′s ours, it's ours

I know, I know that I′m getting older
I don't think they really like me
If I could stay just a little longer
They might be giving out new greys

Ba-ba-ba-ba
I′m getting old, I'm getting older
Ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba
It′s getting cold upon your shoulders
Ba-ba-ba-ba

I know, I know that I'm getting older
I don't think they really like me
If I could stay just a little longer
They might be giving out new greys

I know, I know that I′m getting older
I don′t think they really like me
If I could stay just a little longer
They might be giving out new greys


I know, I know that I'm getting older
I don′t think they really like me
If I could stay just a little longer
They might be giving out new greys