Red Shoes

The sun will set for prisoners, for prostitutes, for presidents

She will flaunt her colours through the sky

With an open and unjudging eye

I'm taking off my red shoes now

I have danced my way through the soles

Till my blistered feet find some solid grace

It's time to be still again

It's time to be still

My precious boy, he doesn't care

If I'm a saint, or a murderer

I bloom in his accepting love

And feel that I deserve it all

I'm taking off my red shoes now

I have danced my way through the soles

Till my blistered feet find some solid grace

It's time to be still again

It's time to be still

I'm taking off my red shoes now

I have danced my way through the soles

Till my blistered feet find some solid grace

Till my blistered feet find some solid grace

It's time to be still again

It's time to be still

It's time to be still again

It's time to be still