Red Shoes

She's got red shoes And a bad excuse Suitcase in hand And a head full of blues When the mind goes bad The body gets put to use You can call it war I call it a boiling truce Are you my ex to be Are you my ecstasy Just a memory Living out in the daylight Is the tide full or flat Are you bored are You trapped Where is my ashtray at And am I leaving And am I leaving And am I leaving And am I leaving He's got a suit and tie With an evil eye Pocket full of lullabies And a fresh supply When the mind loses feel Your feelings just fry You can call it desperate I call it hello goodbye Are you my ex to be Are you my ecstasy Just a memory Living out in the daylight Is the tide full or flat Are you bored are You trapped Where is my ashtray at And am I leaving And am I leaving And am I leaving And am I leaving And as the fog turns the platform to ash As your face spins by and then turns back And as the Steam and steel Turning wheels Metal screaming Fire squeals Coal is burning Blood returning My hearts imploding Are you my ex to be Are you my ecstasy Just a memory Living out in the daylight Is the tide full or flat Are you bored are You trapped Where is my ashtray at And am I leaving And am I leaving And am I leaving And am I leaving