Sangtekst: 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?