Charcoal gray Was the sky I looked across an empty field We always look so small Underneath the stars I always love the way it feels
Take the concrete steps Down into the cellar The walls were cold, the floor was damp We curl up together Underneath a blanket Beside the shadows from the lamp
After school Before your mom got home We used to let our fingers roam So sweet and desperate Fumbling with clothing So thankful not to be alone
We got married A hundred years ago Beneath the forest and the glass I sing a song For a beautiful bride Marvel at how the time has passed
Take another pull off of that bottle Take another hit of my love