(Anastasio/Marshall)
© Who Is She? Music, Inc. (BMI)
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
handed down 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
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