John Hiatt - Tip of my tongue

An empty h^Gouse is the o^Cnly thing sta^Gnding Between our li^Dves and the sp^Ceed of so^Gund Some words flew o^Gut^C and made a crash land^Ging No love sur^Dvived, not a tr^Cace could be fo^Gund

And I broke your h^Emeart with the b^Gack of my mi^Cnd ^Cm From the tip of my to^Gngue to the e^Cnd of the l^Gine ^{C D G}

I walked ^Gaway^C, and you stood there tre^Gmbling Like a l^Deaf in the au^Ctumn ch^Gill Now this house won't s^Gay,^C but I'm still rememb^Gering Three angry wo^Drds and a l^Cove that they ki^Glled

And I broke your h^Emeart with the b^Gack of my m^Cind ^Cm From the tip of my t^Gongue ^Cto the end of the l^Gine^G7

And y^Cou couldn't s^Day how much it hu^Grt you^G7 A^Cnd I couldn't s^Dee the damage I'd d^Gone Ti^Cll I watched the gre^Datest l^D7ove I^Bm've ever k^Emnown ^AmAll come down to a slip of the to^Dngue^D7

I'd take it b^Gack b^Cut time won't let m^Ge Oh, time just t^Dakes y^Cou further aw^Gay I watched you p^Gack ^Ca house full of mem^Gories Where did you ^Dgo?^D7 Lord, wha^Ct did I say^G?

And I broke your he^Emart with the b^Gack of my m^Cind^Cm From the tip of my t^Gongue^C to the end of the ^Gline From the tip of my t^Gongue^C to the end of the ^Glin^Ce From the tip of my t^Gongue^C to the end of the ^Gline^{C D G}