Marty Willson - On The Tip Of My Tongue

As I'm filling up my suitcase
Like a hungry mouth to feed
And I'm wondering when I'll
see you
It seems my suitcase runs
on greed
I won't empty it for ages
But I'll write a hundred pages
Just to let you know some of
the thoughts of mine
Here they are
Shake them from me
Here they are
Take them from me
Here they are
On the tip of my tongue
Here they are
Some of the thoughts of mine