Civil Wars Tip Of My Tongue
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 for silverscreens
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
Oh
Well you own me with whispers like poetry
Your mouth is a memory i memorize
So sweet
I hear it outdoors everwhere 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
