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 youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
