Melody (Tip Of My Tongue)

I stand a little too close.
You stare a little too long.
We do this dance everytime you and I, you and I.
Yea, we’re up in the air.
Like the smoke from your lips.
But I can’t find my words.
When I am chasin your kiss.
I can taste, I can taste, I can tatse it.
In my mind, all the time, can you raise it?
When I do, for a shot, for a love,
I have you, I have you on the tip of my tongue.
I have you on the tip of my tongue.