You see these red wine lips
Out on suburban curbs
I’m always restless first
But when the truth is told
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
Remember we had it all
Every belle and ball
But just all ever
And well I sure got that
Yeah I killed that cat
I’ll stop looking back
And I know that it’s a fine line
Oh how could a steeple
made of innocence
Oh golden arch
Oh steeple made of ceiling wax
Ever need fall down
You see these red wine lips
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
made of innocence
Oh golden arch
Burning heart
Oh steeple made of ceiling wax
Ever need fall down