Bear's Den - Dew on the Vine - 2/3/2017 - Paste Studios, New York, NY
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- Опубліковано 22 лют 2017
- Bear's Den - Dew on the Vine
Recorded Live: 2/3/2017 - Paste Studios - New York, NY
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Criminally underrated band and this is an absolute masterclass on how to play a live acoustic set
Such an underrated song.
Fire. So true.
Why do bands like this don't get enough recognition, especially that they write there own music
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,
Faked 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 can't tame my heart,
It's like lightning trying to put out a spark
I'll can't tame 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
brrrrr... brrrrilliant!