Mud on our feet
Berries so sweet
I feel the fading
Of love that was waiting
To carry me home
Mmm we were young
But wasn't it fun
To learn that artwork
Was really just our work
Through fields we would roam
These shoes
Are stained with the feeling
Worn by the healing
Ahh the damage of you
I run
Somewhere much further
Somewhere the birds go
Ahh the murderous moon
Bitter perfume
The delicate doom
That was our savior
Nows just a sinner
'Cause what is our god?
We danced after dark
Got high in the park
And watched the sky change
From sweet orange to soft grey
As did our minds
These shoes
Are stained with the feeling
Worn by the healing
Ahh the damage of you
I run
Somewhere much further
Somewhere the birds go
Ahh the murderous moon
Even though these paths have changed
Well I'll always have these shoes
