Текст песни: 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?
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?
Mitchell, Lisa
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