We Looked Like Giants
God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtimeRemembering when you were mineIn a still suburban town
When every thursday I'd brave those mountain passesAnd you'd skip your early classesAnd we'd learn how our bodies worked.
God damn the black night with all it's foul temptationI become what I always hatedWhen I was with you then
We looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompactFumbling to make contactAs the others slept inside
And together thereIn a shroud of frost, the mountain airBegan to pass from every pane of weathered glassAnd I held you closer than anyone would ever get
Do you remember the JAMC?And reading aloud from magazinesI don't know about you but I swear on my name they could smell it on meI've never been too good with secrets.No...
And together thereIn a shroud of frost and mountain airBegan to pass through every pane of weathered glassAnd I held you closer...