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