Marty Willson-Piper - On the Tip of My Tongue lyrics

As I'm filling up my suitcase

Like a hungry mouth to feed

And I'm wondering when I'll

see you

It seems my suitcase runs

on greed

I won't empty it for ages

But I'll write a hundred pages

Just to let you know some of

the thoughts of mine

Here they are

Shake them from me

Here they are

Take them from me

Here they are

On the tip of my tongue

Here they are

Some of the thoughts of mine

In a battle with no winners

My target won't keep still

And I won't be your prize

today

I'm too upset to kill

But I'll show you what you're

wasting

They're all wrong the things

you're chasing

Don't drag me from

a sleepy bed

If listening hurts

I'll only open up myself

To those who want my words

Some people are too different

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