Phish
"In A Misty Glade"


While lying in a misty glade, The stars about begin to fade, Before approaching dawn I watch the tide begin to swell, And wash across the quake. Across the sky an image flies, If it were not for my disguise, you'd understand the view Just yesterday I thought of you, while I was watching, Recalling how your eyes would close, A thing of beauty it had seen. Those eyes are gone, I am alone.