Shoes

There's a little pair

Of shoes

Over there

Black

The toes of them curled up from walking

They rest now

Together

How do they rest together?

One is the opposite of the other

But they are both

The same

They disagree so well

Even they have a shadow, you know?

Empty of longing as they are

Hollow so

So

Fulfilled

The little pair

Of black shoes

And they'll [?]

Looking all around as I do

And mostly only looking

After all to go looking some morе

But them

They don't evеn

Do

Let alone the looking

All we do

We all

Do

They need not those shoes

Lovely, lovely shoes

When your step is the stamp

That crushes an ant into sand

You will still be innocent of it and

You will still stand

Together

May you live

Forever

[?] shoes

I will lie

Down beside you

And they can call me a thing

So I won't have no

Thing to do

Oh call me a thing

So I won't know one from two

So I won't know one from two

Call me a thing

I won't know one from two

So call me a thing

So I won't know one from two

One from

One from

One