tip of my tongue
Unspoken Stories: Yearning for Expression
Lyrics
I'm lying here staring at the ceiling
I am lying in bed, looking up at the ceiling.
Singing the songs that have already been sung
Singing songs that have already been sung.
The same old tune that's been repeating
Repeating the same old tune.
Had the same old guitar now my fingers have grown numb
Having played the same guitar for so long that my fingers have become numb.
My mama's cooking something in the kitchen
My mother is cooking in the kitchen.
She calls me in for dinner and it smells like home
Invited for dinner, the smell reminding me of home.
But I'm lying here staring at the ceiling
Despite all this, I'm still lying and lost in thought.
I've got so much to say and it's right on the tip of my tongue
Feeling the urge to express myself, words on the tip of my tongue.
Oh right on the tip of my tongue
Emphasizing the struggle to articulate thoughts.
I'm lying here staring at the ceiling
Reiterating the situation of lying and contemplating.
Singing the songs that have already been sung
Continuing to sing familiar songs.
The same old drum that's been beating
Mentioning a repetitive drumbeat.
It's the same old song, I wanna turn it all down
Expressing the desire to silence the monotonous song.
My papa says that I'm too young to worry
Father advising not to worry due to youth.
He tells me that i'll always have a hand to hold
Assurance that there will always be support.
But i'm lying here staring at the ceiling
Contrast between advice and the internal struggle.
I've got so much to say and it's right on the tip of my tongue
Reiterating the frustration of unspoken words.
Oh right on the tip of my tongue
Reaffirming the difficulty in expressing thoughts.
Right on the tip of my tongue
Repeating the challenge of articulation.
Right on the tip of my tongue
Emphasizing the struggle to find words.
I turn my head to look again and wonder what's outside that open door
Curiosity about what lies beyond an open door.
Talking back to voices in my head from way back when
Conversing with voices from the past.
I'm growing tired of this waiting, wanting more
Growing tired of waiting and desiring more.
I'm lying here staring at the ceiling
Revisiting the image of lying and contemplating.
Singing the songs that have already been sung
Continuing to sing familiar songs.
Thinking I could sing something different
Contemplating the possibility of singing something new.
So I open up a book and start writing it down
Deciding to write down my thoughts in a book.
Here's one about how i'm healing
Introducing a song about healing.
Here's one about discovering love
Exploring a song about discovering love.
This one's about all my wishes
Creating a song about wishes.
I've got so much to say and it's right on the tip of my tongue
Reiterating the struggle to express thoughts verbally.
Oh right on the tip of my tongue
Emphasizing the difficulty of articulation.
Right on the tip of my tongue
Repeating the challenge of finding the right words.
I turn my head to look again and wonder what's outside that open door
Returning to curiosity about what's beyond the open door.
Talking back to voices in my head from way back when
Engaging with voices from the past once again.
I'm growing tired of this waiting, wanting more
Expressing weariness with waiting and a desire for more.
I'm lying here staring at the ceiling
Revisiting the image of lying and contemplating.
Singing the songs that have already been sung
Continuing to sing familiar songs.
The same old tune that's been repeating
Repeating the same old tune.
Had the same old guitar now my fingers have grown numb
Reiterating the numbness from playing the same guitar.
My mama's cooking something in the kitchen
Mother cooking in the kitchen, a comforting scent.
She calls me in for dinner and it smells like home
Invited for dinner, the smell reminding me of home.
But I'm lying here staring at the ceiling
Despite everything, still lying and lost in thought.
I've got so much to say and it's right
Reiterating the struggle to express thoughts verbally.
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