My feet are pink
And when it's cold outside they shrink
But they also sometimes stink
And when the tide comes in they sink
I run with them and hike with them
And when they're stubborn fight with them
They carry me away to tread in ancient soil
That feeds on death;
Those feet that point straight up to the sky
From behind their eyelids they cry dry
For those heels and toes and soles had souls
That came and went now have to lie
So I don't know why
I can't sit still
And I can't tell you why
I sometimes walk in heels that I can't run in
Make me feel free
Because I'm so afraid you'll bury me
Who to talk to where to turn
What path to take
What bridge to burn
Red light yellow light green light
What lesson did I just learn?
Maybe stay planted and one day you'll feed the plants.
Or run and run and run and run and run and run and feed the plants.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
My feet are pink
And when it's cold outside they shrink
But they also sometimes stink
And when the tide comes in they sink
I run with them and hike with them
And when they're stubborn fight with them
They carry me away to tread in ancient soil
That feeds on death;
Those feet that point straight up to the sky
From behind their eyelids they cry dry
For those heels and toes and soles had souls
That came and went now have to lie
So I don't know why
I can't sit still
And I can't tell you why
I sometimes walk in heels that I can't run in
Make me feel free
Because I'm so afraid you'll bury me
Who to talk to where to turn
What path to take
What bridge to burn
Red light yellow light green light
What lesson did I just learn?
Maybe stay planted and one day you'll feed the plants.
Or run and run and run and run and run and run and feed the plants.