Dawn Oberg – Rye Lyrics

I remember gallery kisses, disappearing glasses of rye
I’m just now reaching the point I can think of you and not cry
I keep a portable archive
Secret exhibit on view
And in it I mix a potion with distilled visions of you

And I learn there’s no mixology so kind

The finest rye will always bring you to mind
When I taste that grain I find
Your memory won’t be far behind

The finest rye will bring you back to mind

I remember hiking in the Sierras, getting high and watching South Park
Making dinner and watching the valley turn dark
I recall you with your camera
Capturing gradations of light
Try to find you in that shuttered instant out of sight

And the drink I dream is comparably kind

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