God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime Remembering when you were mine in 1994. When every Thursday I'd brave those mountain pa**es And you'd skip your early cla**es And we'd learn how our bodies worked. God damn the black night with all its foul temptation I 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 your parents slept inside. And from this floor I can see through your window next door He's strumming a tune On the toy guitar I gave to you. You throw your head back So overcome with laughter. Do you remember the JAMC? And reading aloud from magazines? I don't know about you but I swear on my name they could smell it on me And I've never been that good at secrets. No. And from this floor I can see through your window next door He's strumming a tune On the toy guitar I gave to you. You throw your head back So overcome with laughter. So overcome with laughter. So overcome with laughter. So overcome with laughter.