Tip of My Tongue

There's an oasis in the heat of the day
There's a fire in the chill of night
And 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
Been pushed to the brink of the precipice and dared not to blink
I've been confounded in the whirlwind of what-ifs 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

Oh, 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-today 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
Knock the scales from my eyes
Knock the words from my lungs
I want to cry out
On the tip of my tongue

There's an oasis in the heat of the day
There's fire in the chill of night
When I know them both I'll know your
love, I will feel it in the twilight
Oh, 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 bird wings 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
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
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
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