Stats - On the Tip of My Tongue

When I was little, when I was a child
I couldn't wait to be seven, didn't want to be five
There were girls and jokes that I couldn't get yet
The jokes were aloof, the girls went over my head

And it's so close I can almost touch it
I feel the weight in the palm of my hand
It's so real I can almost taste it
Right there, on the tip of my tongue
Just out of reach

So easily done that it couldn't be taught
She said, “Don't be embarrassed, don't give it a thought”
Shе pulled up in a lay-by near my house
Wе undid our seat belts but we didn't get out

And it's so close I can almost touch it
I feel the weight in the palm of my hand
It's so real I can almost taste it
Right there, on the tip of my tongue

The shape of the time
The top of the pulse
The weight of the world
The colour of love
The shape of the time
The top of the pulse
The weight of the world
The colour of love

And then I saw a creature travel on the wave
A boy swam a quarry full of icy water
He got cramp and he sank and he never resurfaced
I see him in a dream every week or two
And it takes me apart from the things I can touch
The everyday wrench and the annual shrug
Still over my shoulder it sees what I see
Nagging my elbow like a wet sleeve
Just out of reach

And it's so close I can almost touch it
I feel the weight in the palm of my hand
It's so real I can almost taste it
Right there, on the tip of my tongue

The shape of the time
The top of the pulse
The weight of the world
The colour of love
The shape of the time
The top of the pulse
The weight of the world
The colour of love