Texty: Death Cab For Cutie. Transatlanticism. 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 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 from every pane of weathered glass
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 pass, from every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer