Tip Of The Tongue
The Donnis Trio Lyrics

It was a summer night and I was sleeping
The artist describes a peaceful summer night where they were sleeping.

The moon was out, my head was beaming
The moon was shining bright, casting a glow over the artist's head, filling them with energy.

Looked at my dreams like they were gold
The artist felt their dreams were valuable and important, treated them as if they were pure gold.

Amazing feelings draw within me
The artist felt a sense of awe and wonder, feeling as if something extraordinary was happening inside them.

All my conflicts slip beneath me
The artist felt relieved of all their problems, as if they no longer existed and were no longer a burden.

Like the spirit of a song
The artist compares their good feelings to the essence of music that inspires people.

Or like the feeling of a lover in your arms
The artist compares their feeling of contentment to the embrace of a lover.

But ever since that night and after
After this particular night, the artist's feelings changed.

The dreams I had, I can't recapture
The artist is unable to bring back the good feelings from before, no matter how hard they try.

And it brings me down so low
The artist feels unhappy and disappointed.

The more I search the less I find
The artist feels like their attempts to recapture their feelings only make them feel worse.

The more I look the more I'm blind
The harder the artist tries, the less they are able to see a way out of their emotional rut.

Like a melody so young
The artist compares the feeling they're trying to recreate to a fresh and new melody.

Hanging on the tip of the tongue
The feeling is just out of reach, like a word you can't quite articulate.

If I wait long enough now,
The artist wonders if they simply wait, will the feeling they're searching for come back on its own.

Will you come to me?
Will the artist be able to regain the good feelings without actively seeking them?

Will you come to me?
The artist repeats their question, looking for confirmation that the feeling will return.

So far away, but right beside me
Although the feeling is currently out of reach, the artist feels it's still close by and attainable.

Will you come to me?
Once again, the artist wonders if they'll be able to regain the feeling without effort.

Will you follow me home?
The artist wants the feeling to stay with them wherever they go.

When we first met we were so young
The artist is reminiscing about a time when they were much younger.

We played out past the setting sun
The artist is referring to a time when they stayed out playing until the sun went down, lost in their own world of imagination.

In a world of make believe
The world the artist and their friend created was a fantasy, full of dreams and illusions.

Wooden forts and magic beans
The artist describes the details of their imaginary world.

Silly thoughts and silly dreams
The artist recounts how the adventures they dreamed up seemed foolish, but they were having so much fun that it didn't matter.

How we said we'd never change,
The artist remembers a promise they made with their friend that they would never grow up or change who they were.

But somehow life got in the way
As the artist and their friend grew up, life became more complicated, and things that didn't matter before became important.

But way back then and even now
Despite the changes that have occurred, the artist still cherishes the memories they made with their friend.

I still love you, I don't know how
The artist still feels a deep affection for their friend, even though they're not quite sure why.

You got magic in your eyes
The artist admires their friend's ability to create a magical world just through their imagination.

And underneath our conversation
Like the imaginary world they created, there's a complexity to their relationship that lies beneath the surface.

In our thoughts our contemplations
The artist and their friend are thinking about their relationship and considering what it means to them.

There's a feeling left unsung,
Even though they're thinking about it, there's a feeling between the artist and their friend that's hard to express in words.

Hanging on the tip of the tongue
The feeling is just out of reach, like a word on the tip of your tongue that you can't quite remember.