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...