BmiGod bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
Dremembering when you were mine Ain a still suburban town
BmiWhen every Thursday, I\'d brave those mountain passes
Dand you\'d skip your early classes and Awe\'d learn how our bodies worked
BmiGod damn the black night, with all its foul temptations
DI\'ve become what I always hated Awhen I was with you then
BmiWe looked like giants in the back of my grey sub-compact
Afumbling to make contact Aas the others slept inside
Bmiand together there Gin a shroud of frost, the mountain air
Abegan to pass through every pane of weathered glass
Bmiand I held you closer Gthan anyone would ever Aget F#mi
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