Phish - Secret Smile Lyrics
sometimes when the evening's youngthe wind dies down, the setting suncrochets the clouds with yarn so fineadn fills the oceans with red winethe trees, the sky, the forest fairbring a flavor to the airi raise my glass and in a whileyou answer with a secret smilehold on, hold on to mean airborne leaf that landed nearhas carried Dionysus hereHe'll slip away byt only whenhe sees our glasses filled again