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

Outlines and kisses from silver screens

Oh dear, never saw you coming

Oh my, look what you have done

You’re my favorite song

Always on the tip of my tongue

You own me

With whispers like poetry

Your mouth is a melody I memorize

Mmm, so sweet

I hear it echo

Everywhere I go, day and night

Oh dear, never saw you coming

Oh my, look what you have done

You’re my favorite song

Always on the tip of my tongue

The tip of my tongue

Oh dear, never saw you coming

Oh my, look what you’ve done

You’re my favorite song

Always on…

Oh, oh, oh dear, never saw you coming

Oh my, look what you’ve done

You’re my favorite song

Always on the tip of my tongue