Letra de Lesser Oceans

She asked 'hows seattle' in some motherly talk, Its okay, its mostly grey, 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. 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 up 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 ours 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 up new greys. Pa-pa-pa-pa, I'm getting old, I'm getting older Pa-pa-pa-pa Pa-pa-pa-pa, it's getting cold upon your shoulders Pa-pa-pa-pa 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 up new greys...