Tip Of My Tongue

You've got money on your tongue
And your body's steeped in grace
Tomorrow's just a dream in your life
Spinning gold words out of straw
Your heroes come and go
And all you want to say is goodnight

How long 'til you replace me
How long 'til you replace me here
The world forever dies young on the tip of my tongue

And the cuts below the skin
Makeup running down your face
And you breathe that cigarette in my eyes
And I'll leave here wanting more
And I know your hands are tied
I know your hands are tied

How long 'til you replace me
How long 'til you replace me here
How long 'til you replace me
How long 'til you replace me here
The world forever dies young on the tip of my tongue

Hand-dyed silk and leather
Dressed to leave for heaven
Find yourself in my hometown
Turns cold without reason
Angles, lines and levers
Quickly time is running out

How long till you replace me
How long till you replace me here
How long till you replace me
How long till you replace me here
How long till you replace me
How long till you replace me here
The world forever dies young on the tip of my tongue

Ah ahh, Ah ahh, Ah ahh, Ah ahh
Ah ahh, Ah ahh, Ah ahh, Ah ahh



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Howard Pearce
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