The Mountain Goats - Tahitianambrosia Maker текст песни

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