Lesser Oceans Lyrics - Lesser Oceans - Fences

She asked 'how's 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