We Looked Like Giants

Am God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime C G remembering when you were mine in a still suburban town Am When every Thursday, I'd brave those mountain passes C G and you'd skip your early classes and we'd learn how our bodies worked Am God damn the black night, with all its foul temptations C G I've become what I always hated when I was with you then Am We looked like giants in the back of my grey sub-compact C G fumbling to make contact as the others slept inside Am F and together there in a shroud of frost, the mountain air G began to pass through every pane of weathered glass Am F G Em and I held you closer than anyone would ever get