I stand a little too close. You stare a little too long. We do this dance everytime you and I, you and I. Yea, we're up in the air. Like the smoke from your lips. But I can't find my words. When I am chasin your kiss. I can taste, I can taste, I can tatse it. In my mind, all the time, can you raise it? When I do, for a shot, for a love, I have you, I have you on the tip of my tongue. I have you on the tip of my tongue.