Tom Prasada-Rao - Tip of My Tongue lyrics

There's an oasis in the heat of the day There's a fire in the chill of night A turnabout in circumstance makes each a hell in its own right I've been boxed-in in the lowlands, in the canyons that think I've been pushed to the brink of the precipice and dared not to blink I've been confounded in the whirlwind of what-if's and dreams I've been burned by the turning of the wind back upon my own flames Knock the scales from my eyes Knock the words from my lungs I want to cry out