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 guess

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, the mountain air
Began to pass through every pane of weathered glass
And i held you closer