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Tip Of My Tongue (Mark Heard) 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 it's own right I've been boxed in the lowlands And canyons that think I've
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 it through the walls Of this
kingdom of dust Felt the Crucial Revelation But the broad streets of the heart And the day
to day 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 a penance from A profane saint (Chorus) There's an
oasis in the heat of the day there's a 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 a circumstance comes crashing
through my walls like a train Or like a chorus From mountains of the ocean floor Like a
windburst of bird wings taken Flight in a hard rain Or like a mad dog on The far side of
Dante's door (Chorus) |
