Under the Church

 

Tip of My Tongue 

She was softer than moonlight in her cinnamon hair
and her eyes always doting on me
and when I was a young man I held her right here
There was nothing more precious to me

I can still feel her essence, I can still taste her kiss
though my senses have long ago waned
It's the cruelest of thievery reduced me to this
Left my mind begging her name

Chorus:
And my memory is fading like the names on a grave
of lovers from yesterdays gone
and I'm sitting here broken
with an ache in my heart
and the name of my darlin' on the tip of my tongue.

She was proud, she was fierce
She was laughter and tears
she was all that ever I'd need
she was right and I was wrong and then she was gone
left me alone here to bleed.

And I hear that she married; raised up a son
but for me it just weren't in the plans
and I can' t think of anything I might have done
to avoid or deserve where I am

Chorus:
And my memory is fading like the names on a grave
of the lovers of yesterdays gone
and I'm sitting here broken
with an ache in my heart
and the name of my darlin on the tip of my tongue.

And if life is the memories we've made
does it end once they've withered away?

On a good day I'm back there in the sun and the sand 
care free and carry'n on
but mostly I sit here with a blank empty stare
conscious of all that is gone

And my memory is fading like the names on a grave
of the lovers of yesterdays gone
and I'm sitting here broken with an ache in my heart
and the name of my darlin' on the tip of my tongue
and a girl who once loved me on the tip of my tongue.