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.
Riff 2 (X 1)
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
Chorus
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
Riff 2 (X 2)