[Intro: Lisa Kudrow as Wanda Pierce, spoken]

You know it's funny, when you look at someone through rose colored glasses

All the red flags just look like flags

[Lavender Lemonade]

This feeling, it’s growing, it creeps into my heart

It climbs in every vessel, and it seeps in every part

And yeah this feeling, by now, it’s awfully familiar

I close my eyes and try to hide

And still it sends a shiver down my spine, it’s fine

I know what now comes next

Already feel the butterflies that rise inside my chest

And as I wrap you in my arms, let out a little sight

And pray to god this one will be the one

To keep me till I die

Thеy talk of golden palaces, cathedrals built my dеar

Please be careful with your words, you might just cut

Straight through my veneer

And though they tell me to be patient, I struggle to keep time

And find that every hand to touch the glass

Gets intertwined in mine, mine, mine

This feeling, its bigger, I fear it never stops

It only grows, it only knows to care without a thought

And as it runs its course, its blind to every sign

Not because it cannot read but simply cuz it just declines

Cuz people love to take the fall it's true

They live off of that fear

But when there’s nothing there at all

The point of love gets lost my dear

But who am I to say

What really really counts and what just turns to rot

Because when all is said and done

It’s really all we’ve got

They talk of golden palaces, cathedrals built my dear but

Please be careful with your words

You might just cut through my veneer

And though they tell me to be patient, I struggle to keep time

And find that every hand to touch the glass

Gets intertwined in mine because

This endless, painless cycle, is a melancholy test

But does it truly lead to our true love?

Does one just rise above the rest?

Or do we choose to settle? Take control of our own minds

And spend the rest of life telling ourselves the choice we made was right

Cuz in the end the way we feel will fade and it will start to dry

Like a picture in the sun that’s staring up into the sky

But if we know it won’t be worth it, why do we fall?

Is it because we love the feeling, or can’t stand the withdrawal?

They talk of golden palaces, cathedrals built my dear

Please be careful with your words, you might just cut

Straight through my veneer

And though they tell me to be patient, I struggle to keep time

And find that every hand to touch the glass

Gets intertwined in mine, mine, mine

This endless, painless cycle, is a melancholy test

But does it truly lead to our true love?

Does one just rise above the rest?

Or do we choose to settle? Take control of our own minds

And spend the rest of life telling ourselves the choice we made was right

Cuz in the end the way we feel will fade and it will start to dry

Like a picture in the sun that’s staring up into the sky

But if we know it won’t be worth it, why do we fall?

Is it because we love the feeling, or can’t stand the withdrawal?