The Tip of My Tongue-江愁、林盒子
词:T7
曲:T7
You left your sweater
On the back of my chair
Smelled like summer
In the cold of the air
Said you’d call later
But the line stayed clean
Now it’s just coffee rings
And what we used to be
So how do I fall back into me
When every little thing still sounds like we
I keep your name
On the tip of my tongue
Till it stings
Till it stings
If letting you go is what I need
Why does every road run to the scene
Where you turned away
At the count of three
And you never looked back
But I’m stuck on repeat
We had a playlist
For the drive to your place
Now it’s one station
Static in my brain
Tried to erase you
From the glass on my phone
All these cracked photos
Still feel like home
So how do I fall back into me
When every little thing still sounds like we
I keep your name
On the tip of my tongue
Till it stings
Till it stings
If letting you go is what I need
Why does every road run to the scene
Where you turned away
At the count of three
And you never looked back
But I’m stuck on repeat
Maybe time will dull your outline
Fade your letters from my door (oh)
But tonight your ghost is on my side
Taking up your half of the floor
So how do I fall back into me
When every little thing still sounds like we
I keep your name
On the tip of my tongue
Till it stings
Till it stings
If letting you go is what I need
Why does every road run to the scene
Where you turned away
At the count of three
And you never looked back
But I’m stuck
Yeah I’m stuck on repeat (oh-oh)