Lisa Mitchell - Red Wine Lips

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