A gardener told me some plants move
But I could not believe it
'Til me and Hannah Hunt
Saw crawlin' vines and weepin' willows
As we made our way from Providence to Phoenix

A man of faith said
Hidden eyes could see what I was thinkin'
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
Count the seconds, watchin' hours
Though we live on the US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time

In Santa Barbara, Hannah cried
I miss those freezin' 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 the 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 the US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time


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Hannah Hunt Lyrics as written by Rostam Batmanglij Ezra Koenig

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