...

god bless the day light
the sugary smell of spring time / 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 it's 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