Hannah Hunt
A gardener told me, "Some plant move"
But I could not believe it
'Til me and Hannah Hunt
Saw crawling vines and weeping willows
As we made our way from Providence to Phoenix
A man of faith said, "Hidden eyes
Could see what I was thinking"
I just smiled and told him
"That was only true of Hannah"
And we glided on through Waverley and Lincoln
Our days were long, our nights no longer
Counting seconds, watching hours
Though we live on a US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time
In Santa Barbara, Hannah cried
Amidst those freezing beaches
I walked into town
To buy some kindling for the fire
Hannah tore the New York Times up into pieces
If I can't trust you, then damn it, Hannah
There's no future, there's no answer
Though we live on a US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time
If I can't trust you, then damn it, Hannah
There's no future, there's no answer
Though we live on a US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of-
If I can't trust you, then damn it, Hannah
There's no future, there's no answer
Though we live on a US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time
But I could not believe it
'Til me and Hannah Hunt
Saw crawling vines and weeping willows
As we made our way from Providence to Phoenix
A man of faith said, "Hidden eyes
Could see what I was thinking"
I just smiled and told him
"That was only true of Hannah"
And we glided on through Waverley and Lincoln
Our days were long, our nights no longer
Counting seconds, watching hours
Though we live on a US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time
In Santa Barbara, Hannah cried
Amidst those freezing beaches
I walked into town
To buy some kindling for the fire
Hannah tore the New York Times up into pieces
If I can't trust you, then damn it, Hannah
There's no future, there's no answer
Though we live on a US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time
If I can't trust you, then damn it, Hannah
There's no future, there's no answer
Though we live on a US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of-
If I can't trust you, then damn it, Hannah
There's no future, there's no answer
Though we live on a US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time
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Writer(s): Rostam Batmanglij, Ezra Koenig
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