Autoscroll
1 Column 
Text size
Transpose 0
BmGod bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime Dremembering when you were mine Ain a still suburban town
BmWhen every Thursday, I'd brave those mountain passes Dand you'd skip your early classes and Awe'd learn how our bodies worked
BmGod damn the black night, with all its foul temptations DI've become what I always hated Awhen I was with you then
BmWe looked like giants in the back of my grey sub-compact Afumbling to make contact Aas the others slept inside
Bmand together there Gin a shroud of frost, the mountain air Abegan to pass through every pane of weathered glass Bmand I held you closer Gthan anyone would ever Aget F#m