The Mountain Goats - Tahitian Ambrosia Maker lyrics

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 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