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