Red Wine Lips

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 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 like 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

Yes I know it's a fine line oh

I know it's a high wire yeah

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

We 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 it's a fine line oh

I know that 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