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 sub-compact   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      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   But I've never been to good with secrets... ohh...      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...