Your hometown, in your high school parking lot
We watched the sun go down
You were scared if I thought you were cool or not
It started raining, so we ran to feel the shelter
Inside of your house
Behind the shadows
Just off the road by Cambell's Hill
It was where I cracked my head open
Had a thirty stitched up swell
We lock our windows
To avoid the cold dead air
Inside of your house
This time let it resonate through you
I am the patron saint of sin