Tip Of My Tongue

The Civil Wars

You're a red string tied to my finger
A little love letter I carry with me
You're sunlight
Smoke rings and cigarettes
Old lines and kisses from silver screens

Oh, dear, never saw you coming
Oh, my, look what you have done
You're my favourite song
Always on the tip of my tongue

You own me with whispers like poetry
Your mouth is a melody I memorize
So sweet
I hear it go everywhere I go
Day and night

Oh, dear, never saw you coming
Oh, my, look what you have done
You're my favourite song
Always on the tip of my tongue
The tip of my tongue

Oh, dear, never saw you coming
Oh, my, look what you have done
You're my favourite song
Always on

Oh, dear, never saw you coming
Oh, my, look what you have done
You're my favourite song
Always on the tip of my tongue


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