Tom: B
Introdução:
B
God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
D
remembering when you were mine
E
in a still suburban town
B
when every thursday i'd break those mountain passes
D
and you'd skip your early classes
E
and we'd learn how our bodies worked.
Riff 2 (X 1)
B
god damn the black night with all it's foul temptation
D
i become what i always hated
E
when i was with you then
B
we looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompact
D
fumbling to make contact
E
as the others slept inside
Chorus
B
and together there
D E
in a shroud of frost, the mountain air
B
began to pass from every pane of weathered glass
D E F#
and i held you closer than anyone would ever get
Riff 2 (X 2)