I'm stoned in the twilight Screaming on the inside Give me your water, help me survive Gonna miss the sunlight When I lose my eyesight
Give me my red shoes, I want to dance They search for an answer But that old man wouldn't listen Back then I was handsome Back then he was ignorant
And shave off the years now, it's all inside my head The boy in the red shoes is dancing by my bed Put them in a box somehere, put them in a drawer Take my red shoes, I can't wear them anymore
Had garlands in the wings back then All the pretty little things back then Calling out my name, oh what fame brings After curtain calls and bows I can't see the front row now Hand me my red shoes just one more time
They pushed aside our presence They refused to go the distance Back then I was Sigmund Back then he wouldn't listenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
