God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime

remembering when you were mine in a still suburban town



When every Thursday, I'd brave 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 its foul temptations

I've 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 through every pane of weathered glass

and I held you closer than anyone would ever get



Remember the J.A.M.C. and reading aloud from magazines

I don't know about you but I swear on my name they could smell it on me

But I've never been to good with secrets... ohh...



Oh together there in a shroud of frost, the mountain air

began to pass through every pane of weathered glass

and I held you closer...