On The Tip Of My Tongue

As I'm filling up my suitcase Like a hungry mouth to feed And I'm wondering when I'll see you It seems my suitcase runs on greed I won't empty it for ages But I'll write a hundred pages Just to let you know some of the thoughts of mine Here they are Shake them from me Here they are Take them from me Here they are On the tip of my tongue Here they are Some of the thoughts of mine