God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime

Remembering when you were mine

In a still suburban town

When every thursday i'd break 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 temptation

I become what i always hated.

I've never been too good with secrets.

No...

And together there

In a shroud of frost and mountain air

Began to pass through every pane of weathered glass

And i held you closer...
When you feel embarrassed then i'll be your pride

When you need directions then i'll be the guide

For all time.