We Looked Like Giants -
by Death Cab for Cutie
| God bless the daylight | |
| The sugary smell of springtime | |
| Remembering when you were mine | |
| In a still suburban town | |
| When every Thursday | |
| I'd brave those mountain passes | |
| And you'd skip your early classes | |
| And we'd learn how our bodies worked | |
| Goddamn the black night | |
| With all its foul temptations | |
| I've become what I always hated | |
| When I was with you there | |
| We looked like giants | |
| In the back of my gray sub-compact | |
| Fumbling to make contact | |
| As the others slept inside | |
| And together there | |
| In the shroud of frost, the mountain air | |
| Began to pass | |
| Through every pane of weathered glass | |
| And I held you closer | |
| Than anyone would ever get | |
| Do you remember the JAMC? | |
| And reading aloud from magazines? | |
| I don't know about you | |
| But I'd swear on my name | |
| They could smell it on me | |
| And I've never been too good with secrets | |
| No | |
| And together there | |
| In a shroud of frost, the mountain air | |
| Began to pass | |
| Through every pane of weathered glass | |
| And I held you closer |