Red Shoes

I was caught by the warmth of a drunken heart I was caught by the warmth of a drunken heart I heard the whispers that quietened noises around The walls have no color and the music no sound I was caught by the fear of the tears on my shoes I was caught by the fear of the tears on my shoes I almost started dreaming, dreaming of something real But the walls kept tripping, and that's all I could feel