| 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 |