The sun is setting low in Tahoe
Flickering through the trees
We're in the back bedroom, yeah
With the window open
My grandmother stands out back
Trying to hide her cigarette smoke
But the breeze tells the whole story
Not like we didn't know already, yeah
We're in my living room, oh yeah
To retire for the night
My bed made on the couch
The itchy wool under my sheets
The early morning hours they crawl
While my grandpa tells stories
The steady whine of the flyback, yeah
The background noise for me to sleep
Those years, oh they feel like only yesterday
A house that long has since sold in Tahoe City
And though it may seem silly I miss those days
Of a mundane time that has long gone away
Don't Explode! - Panorama Dr. (Summer) Lyrics
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The sun is setting low in Tahoe
Flickering through the trees
We're in the back bedroom, yeah
With the window open
My grandmother stands out back
Trying to hide her cigarette smoke
But the breeze tells the whole story
Not like we didn't know already, yeah
We're in my living room, oh yeah
To retire for the night
My bed made on the couch
The itchy wool under my sheets
The early morning hours they crawl
While my grandpa tells stories
The steady whine of the flyback, yeah
The background noise for me to sleep
Those years, oh they feel like only yesterday
A house that long has since sold in Tahoe City
And though it may seem silly I miss those days
Of a mundane time that has long gone away
Flickering through the trees
We're in the back bedroom, yeah
With the window open
My grandmother stands out back
Trying to hide her cigarette smoke
But the breeze tells the whole story
Not like we didn't know already, yeah
We're in my living room, oh yeah
To retire for the night
My bed made on the couch
The itchy wool under my sheets
The early morning hours they crawl
While my grandpa tells stories
The steady whine of the flyback, yeah
The background noise for me to sleep
Those years, oh they feel like only yesterday
A house that long has since sold in Tahoe City
And though it may seem silly I miss those days
Of a mundane time that has long gone away
Writer: Stefan Murray
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