"Tip Of My Tongue" lyrics

One by one, we've made our beds
Off with the lights, off with their heads
See how they run
And they're on the tip of my tongue

Caught in the act, way-oh, way-oh
When you're out of secret handshakes
And tied to the track, way-oh, way-oh
And it's bearing down
Stuck in the trap, way-oh, way-oh
Could you live without it
If your option's gone stale?

See how the words run
(See how the words run)
And they're on the tip of my tongue