Rose‐Colored Rearview Songtext
von Grace Potter

Hey there, pretty girl
You′ve got everybody's eyes
It′s five dollars at the door
But you ain't gotta pay tonight
'Cause the moon is shining golden
Like a fallen angel holding your spotlight
I feel it flooding back into me
Watch my memories like a movie

In my rose-colored rearview
Where everything is brand new
And everything is gonna be alright (everything gonna be alright)
I may be the one to blame
Still, I′m pouring pink champagne on the fire
When the truth don′t set me free
Well, I like the lies I see
In my rose-colored rearview
Rose-colored rearview


So hold the ghosts at bay
I can't talk to you tonight
Go do what you do best
Run away and hide
And if you won′t go then I will
'Cause I know how to take the keys and drive
I′m climbing out of my own shadow
Blowing smoke and looking into

My rose-colored rearview
Where everything is brand new
Everything is gonna be alright
I may be the one to blame
Still, I'm pouring pink champagne on the fire
When the truth don′t set me free
I kinda like the lies I see
In my rose-colored rearview
Rose, rose, rose, rose (yeah, hey)

Mirror, mirror on the wall
You're the clearest of 'em all, and I can′t take it, no
One day I′ll run out of gas
I know I can't outrun my past, but I can fake it
Tonight, the truth is what I make it in my


Rose-colored rearview
Where everything is brand new
Everything is gonna be just fine
I may be the one to blame
Still, I′m pouring pink champagne on the fire
Singing, "La-dee-da, c'est-la-vie"
It′s all the same to me
In my rose-colored rearview
(Yeah) rose-colored rearview
Rose-colored rearview