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 [bad word] the black night with all its foul temptations
i've [bad word] what i always hated
when i was with you then

we looked like giants in the back of my grey [bad word] 
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…