Dew On The Vine - Bear's Den

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.