Текст песни Marty Willson-Piper - On the Tip of My Tongue
Marty Willson-Piper - On the Tip of My Tongue слова песни
As I`m filling up my suitcaseLike a hungry mouth to feedAnd I`m wondering when I`llsee youIt seems my suitcase runson greedI won`t empty it for agesBut I`ll write a hundred pagesJust to let you know some ofthe thoughts of mineHere they areShake them from meHere they areTake them from meHere they areOn the tip of my tongueHere they areSome of the thoughts of mineIn a battle with no winnersMy target won`t keep stillAnd I won`t be your prizetodayI`m too upset to killBut I`ll show you what you`rewastingThey`re all wrong the thingsyou`re chasingDon`t drag me from a sleepy bedIf listening hurtsI`ll only open up myselfTo those who want my wordsSome people are too differentOpinions insignificant