God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime Remembering when you were mine in 1994. 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 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.