Choir Tip Of My Tongue
There's an oasis in the heat of the day
There's a fire in the chill of night
A turnabout in circumstance
Makes each a hell in its own right
I've been boxed-in in the lowlands
In the canyons that think
I've been pushed to the brink of the precipice
And dared not to blink
I've been confounded in the whirlwind
Of what-if's and dreams
I've been burned by the turning of the wind
Back upon my own flames
Knock the scales from my eyes
Knock the words from my lungs
I want to cry out
It's on the tip of my tongue
I've seen through the walls of this kingdom of dust
Felt the crucial revelation
But the broad streets of the heart and the day-to-day
Meet at a blind intersection
I don't want to be lonely, I don't want to feel pain
I don't want to draw straws with the sons of Cain
You can take it as a prayer if you'll remember my name
You can take it as the penance of a profane saint
Knock the scales from my eyes
Knock the words from my lungs
I want to cry out
It's on the tip of my tongue...
There's an oasis in the heat of the day
There's fire in the chill of night
And when I know them both, I'll know your love
I will feel it in the twilight
As circumstance comes crashing
Through my walls like a train
Or like a chorus from the mountains of the ocean floor
Like the wind-burst of birdwings taking flight in a
hard rain
Or like a mad dog on the far side of Dante's Door
Knock the scales from my eyes
Knock the words from my lungs
I want to cry out
It's on the tip of my tongue
