Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JONO
Performer
Brocklesby Crooke
Performer
Ian David Cummins
Performer
Jonathan Linden
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brocklesby Crooke
Songwriter
Ian David Cummins
Songwriter
Jonathan Linden
Songwriter
Lyrics
I gave everything to you
I gave you nothing but the truth
It all seems so lonely
And my world is falling down
When you said you didn’t want me around
And it slipped off the tip of your tongue
When you told me out the blue that we’re done
And the reason that you had to leave was for your little girl
And that’s fair but you gotta see mine
So much shit that’s going on in my mind
But now it’s done and now we’re through who knows what could have been
I know soon I’ll find the light
The clouds disappear and the sun will shine
But until then
I’m gonna do what I have to do
And I guess you’ll do that to
And it slipped off the tip of your tongue
When you told me out the blue that we’re done
And the reason that you had to leave was for your little girl
And that’s fair but you gotta see mine
So much shit that’s going on in my mind
But now it’s done and now we’re through who knows what could have been
slipped off the tip of your tongue
Off the tip of your tongue
slipped off the tip of your tongue, yeah
slipped off the tip of your tongue
Off the tip of your tongue
Off the tip of your tongue, yeah
slipped off the tip of your tongue
Off the tip of your tongue
slipped off the tip of your tongue, yeah
slipped off the tip of your tongue
slipped off the tip of your tongue
Off the tip of your tongue, yeah
slipped off the tip of your tongue
Off the tip of your tongue
slipped off the tip of your tongue, yeah
slipped off the tip of your tongue
slipped off the tip of your tongue
Off the tip of your tongue
And it slipped off the tip of your tongue
When you told me out the blue that we’re done
And the reason that you had to leave was for your little girl
And that’s fair but you gotta see mine
So much shit that’s going on in my mind
But now it’s done and now we’re through who knows what could have been
And it slipped off the tip of your tongue
When you told me out the blue that we’re done
And the reason that you had to leave was for your little girl
And that’s fair but you gotta see mine
So much shit that’s going on in my mind
But now it’s done and now we’re through who knows what could have been
Written by: Brocklesby Crooke, Ian David Cummins, Jonathan Linden