Phish – Spices

Odors in the evening mist

spices that you can’t resist

Curl around and resound

through caverns that the breeze has kissed

Drawn inside, you hear a tone

as each foot hits a stepping stone

The music soothes and calms your mood

but suddenly you’re not alone

A single cloud within a storm

descends and leaves behind a form

Someone that you knew appears in front of you

A woman’s figure, rain-cloud-born

She blinks but doesn’t see you yet

she shivers and is soaking wet

You cross the sand and take her hand

a lifetime passed since last you met

Centuries now fall away

(expand the years) ?? since yesterday

When you were young and in the sun

you let your woman slip away

You take the hands that you have missed

and kiss the lips you haven’t kissed

for many years

taste the tears

Spices that you can’t resist