Publishers: EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., GIANT BEAT SONGS, PLEASE PASS THE SONGS, SHOVE IT UP YOUR SONGS, WHERE I'M CALLING FROM MUSIC
With all its foul temptations
When I was with you then
I've become what I always hated
In a shroud of frost, the mountain air
As the others slept inside
And I held you closer than anyone would ever get
The sugary smell of springtime
God damn the black night
Remembering when you were mine
Do you remember the JAMC?
And together there
And I held you closer
But I swear on my name, they could smell it on me
And you'd skip your early classes
Began to pass from every pane of weathered glass
And we'd learn, how our bodies worked
I don't know about you
Songwriters: Benjamin Gibbard, Nicholas Harmer, Jason Mc Gerr, Christopher Walla
In a shroud of frost, the mountain air
I'd brave those mountain passes
We looked like giants
In a still suburban town
And reading aloud from magazines
When every Thursday
Began to pass, from every pane of weathered glass
I've never been too good with secrets, no
God bless the daylight
In the back of my grey subcompact
All together there
Fumbling to make contact