Song | Tahitianambrosia Maker |
Artist | The Mountain Goats |
Album | Sweden |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
We were real hungry and half dead | |
When you broke out half a loaf of sourdough bread. | |
And in the tropical air the scent rose like a spirit. | |
Moments of grace like this being wholly unmerited. ahh. | |
We were newly alive and I felt your hand on my arm. | |
I was awake to the sensation and immune from all harm. | |
You pressed your soft cheek up against my gut. | |
Pure gold. nothing but gold, | |
And I'm gonna bake you a nice coconut cream pie. | |
'cause I saw the sky coming down to meet you |