Tip of My Tongue

You’ve got money on your tongue

and your body steeped grace

and tomorrow's just a dream in your life

spinning gold words out of straw

your heroes come and go

and all you want to say is goodnight

how long till you replace me

how long till you replace me here

the world forever dies young

on the tip of my tongue

and the cuts below the skin

makeup running down your face

and you breathe that cigarette in my eyes

and I’ll leave here wanting more

and I know your hands are tied

And I know your hands are tied

how long till you replace me

how long till you replace me here

how long till you replace me

how long till you replace me here

the world forever dies young

on the tip of my tongue

your hand-dyed silk and leather

dressed to leave for heaven

find yourself in my hometown

it turns cold without reason

angles lines and levers

so quickly time is running out

how long til you replace me

how long til you replace me here

how long til you replace me

how long til you replace me here

the world forever dies young

on the tip of my tongue

got money on your tongue

as your body falls from grace

and tomorrow's just a dream in your life

spinning gold words out of straw

your heroes come and go

and all you want to say is goodbye

how long till you replace me

how long till you replace me

your world forever dies young

on the tip of my tongue

got money on your tongue

and the makeup down your face

and your breaths a cigarette in my eyes

will you leave here wanting more

then visceral waterslides

where armies meet in jackets and ties

how long til you replace me

how long til you replace me

the world forever dies young

on the tip of my tongue

your hand-dyed silk and leather

dressed to leave for heaven

find yourself in my hometown

your shapes not without reason

angles lines and levers

all for your special smile