God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
Remembering when you were mine
In a still suburban town
When every thursday i`d break those mountain passes
And you`d skip your early classes
And we`d learn how our bodies worked.
God damn the black night with all it`s foul temptation
I become what i always hated
When i was with you then
We looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompact
Fumbling to make contact
As the others slept inside
And together there
In a shroud of frost, the mountain air
Began to pass from every pane of weathered glass
And i held you closer than anyone would ever get
Do you remember the JAMC?
And reading aloud from magazines
I don`t know about you but i swear on my name they could smell it on me
I`ve never been too good with secrets.
No...
And together there
In a shroud of frost and mountain air
Began to pass through every pane of weathered glass
And i held you closer...