| Song | Red Wine Lips |
| Artist | Lisa Mitchell |
| Album | Wonder |
| 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? |
| 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? |