Precita Lyrics

I met you on a dime
With an appetite
I showed up alone in Precita heightsI 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 starsThe highest soul has the whitest spark
The highest soul has the whitest sparkI 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 deepAnd 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 moonThe 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
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