850. Tip of my tongue - The Civil Wars

You're a red string tied to my finger
A little love letter I carry with me
You're sun light, smoke rings and cigarettes
Old lines and kisses from silver screens
Oh dear, never saw you coming
Oh my, look what you have done
You're my favorite song

Always on the tip of my tongue
You own me with whispers like poetry
Your mouth is a melody that I've memorized
So sweet, I hear it echo
Everywhere I go day and night
Oh dear, never saw you coming
Oh my, look what you have done
You're my favorite song
Always on the tip of my tongue

The tip of my tongue
Oh dear, never saw you coming
Oh my, look what you have done
You're my favorite song
Always on
Oh dear, never saw you coming
Oh my, look what you have done
You're my favorite song
Always on the tip of my tongue