The Civil Wars - Tip Of My Tongue

You're a red string tied to my finger A little love letter I carry with me You're sunlight Smoke rings and cigarettes Outlines and kisses for silverscreens Oh Dear never saw you coming Oh my Look what you have done You're my favourite song Always on the tip of my tongue Oh Well you own me with whispers like poetry Your mouth is a melody i memorize So sweet I hear it echo everwhere I go Day and night Oh Dear never saw you coming Oh my Look what you have done You're my favourite song Always on the tip of my tongue The tip of my tongue Oh Dear I never saw you coming Oh my Look what you have done You're my favourite song Always on Oh Dear I never saw you coming Oh My Look what you have done Oh You're my favourite song Always on the tip of my tongue