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'd [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 get

Do you remember the J-A-M-C?
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...

Oh, together there
In a shroud of frost, the mountain air
Began to pass through every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer...