We Looked Like Giants

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 pa*ses And you'd skip your early cla*ses 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 pa*s from every pane of weathered gla*s And I held you closer than anyone would ever get 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 All together there In a shroud of frost, the mountain air Began to pa*s, from every pane of weathered gla*s And I held you closer