Am 
God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime 
C                              G 
remembering when you were mine in a still suburban town 
 
Am 
When every Thursday, I'd brave those mountain passes 
C                                     G 
and you'd skip your early classes and we'd learn how our bodies worked 
 
Am 
God damn the black night, with all its foul temptations 
C                               G 
I've become what I always hated when I was with you then 
 
Am 
We looked like giants in the back of my grey sub-compact 
C                        G    
fumbling to make contact as the others slept inside 
 
Am                 F  
and together there in a shroud of frost, the mountain air 
G 
began to pass through every pane of weathered glass 
Am                    F                      G         Em 
and I held you closer than anyone would ever get