Tip of My Tongue

There's an oasis in the heat of day; there's a fire in the chill of night
And a turnabout in circumstance makes each a hell in its own right
I've been boxed in, in the lowlands, in the canyons that think
Then pushed to the brink of the precipice; dared not to blink
I've been confounded in the whirlwinds of what-ifs and dreams
Been burned by the turning of the wind back on 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, tip of my tongue

I've seen through the walls of this kingdom of dust, felt the crucial revelation
Yeah, but the broad streets of the heart and the day-to-day meet at some blind intersection
Oh, 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 remember my name
You can take it as the penance from a profane saint

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
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
The tip of my tongue

There's an oasis in the heat of day; there's fire in the chill of night
And when I know them both I'll know your love; I will feel it in the twilight
Oh, as circumstance comes crashing through my walls like a train, or like a chorus from the mountains of the ocean floor
Like a wind burst of bird wings taking flight in a hard rain, like a mad dog on the far side of Dante's door

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
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
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, tip of my tongue
The tip of my tongue
Tip of my tongue