I'd like to be barefoot
just me on my own
walking in this place
I'd never feel alone
I wouldn't worry if they're watching
or care who "they" are
I'd feel the history beneath my feet
when I trace every scar
Floors have memories of that I'm sure
they remember who's been there
and know the power of age
it's never enough just to stare
I crave to feel stone on skin
I see the carvings dance high above
but I want to feel these paths
filled with both hate and love
people have died where I'm standing
but I can't feel their blues
because instead of stone
I feel the souls of shoes
Some crave the feeling of skin on skin
but more seductive is stone
because no matter the age
it's memories that I can't own