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