The Civil Wars - Tip of My Tongue Live at Eddie's Attic

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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 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 I memorize
Mmm, 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’ve done
You’re my favorite song
Always on…
Oh, oh, oh dear, never saw you coming
Oh my, look what you’ve done
You’re my favorite song
Always on the tip of my tongue