Red Wine Lips - Lisa Mitchell

You see these red wine lips?

I didn’t dream up this

Out on suburban curbs

I’m always restless first

But when the truth is told;

We’re all dreamers you know

I’ve always wanted more

than I could ever hold

And I know that it’s a fine line

But I know that I’ve got time

Oh, how could a steeple made of ceiling wax

Ever need fall down?

Remember we had it all

Every belle and ball

But just all ever

I wanted more

And well I sure got that

Yeah I killed that cat

But I hope one fine day

I’ll stop looking back

And I know that it’s a fine line

Oh I know it’s a high wire

Oh, how could a steeple made of innocence

Oh golden arch

Burning heart

Oh, steeple made of ceiling wax

Ever need fall down?

You see these red wine lips?

I didn’t dream up this

Out on suburban curbs

I’m always restless first

But when the truth is told;

We’re all dreamers you know

I’ve always wanted more

Than I could ever hold

And I know that it’s a fine line

Oh I know it’s a high wire

Oh, how could a steeple made of innocence

Oh golden arch

Burning heart

Oh, steeple made of ceiling wax

Ever need fall down?