Dew On The Vine

Born to break or to last, is it all in the past? Is that a scar or a birthmark? Retracing this cold heart, and now I'm all out of thread. And I don't want to die here.

Keep chasing echoes of my mind, Babe it's a fine line, And I'm so far over it, And I know it.

Beneath it all it's still broken, Cut me out, cut it open, I can't do it anymore. I can't do it.

I don't pay any mind To the dew upon the vine Does that mean that it's not there, If I can see it at all? Though the morning light will burn away All the fog the night creates, There'll still be a trace of our love left behind - In the dew upon the vine.

Where to go or to hide, You're only worth your old lies. Confiding in your own mine, Caught in the cold lie, I thought you were better man. I thought you were better, man.

A slip step on the tight rope, Freaked out by a false hope That things could be alright. No they're not alright.

I don't pay any mind To the dew upon the vine Does that mean that it's not there, If I can see it at all? Though the morning light will burn away All the fog the night creates, There'll still be a trace of our love left behind - In the dew upon the vine.

I'll contain my heart, It's like lightning trying to put out a spark. I'll contain my heart, You're like lightning trying to put out a spark.

I never payed any mind To the dew upon the vine Does that mean that it's not there, If I can see it at all? Though the morning light will burn away All the fog the night creates, There'll still be a trace of our love left behind -

And the driving rain will wash away All the frightened fires I could not tame There'll still be a trace of our love left behind - In the dew upon the vine.