i never tasted the dew
that the morning had placed so softly on my heart
i never savored the sweet taste of youth
and now it's wasted away
how every breath is a whispered wish
every moment a dream
when the coastal fog creeps in
we disappear into silhouettes
i carved a hole into my chest
let apparitions dance in my head
i held on to a fading dream
and felt the floor fall from under me
i dreamed of living forever
and felt the years ravage me
i traced the map time drew on my palms
and found no fountain of youth
a lost schematic spoken in tongues
an undeniable truth
a drop of angels blood cant compare
to the taste of the morning dew