Precita Lyrics

I met you on a dime
With an appetite
I showed up alone in Precita heights

I met you in the dark, I met you in the dark
With your hands full of tar, with your hands full of tar
We turned into gold, and we turned into stars

The highest soul has the whitest spark
The highest soul has the whitest spark

I met you in a dream, I met you in a dream
I was a boat on the sea, I was a boat on the sea
Oh, the sacred fire burned, I was a wave of the deep

And I met you in the womb, I met you in the womb
Licking the prophets' wounds, I met you in the womb
Our father is the sun, our mother is the moon

The highest soul has the empty tomb
The highest soul has the empty tomb

The highest soul has the whitest spark
The highest soul has the whitest spark