Dirtied Your Knees

To a circle of ten separate shoes That couldn't replace the two of yours Counting repeatedly on both these hands All of the hours away I am Filled eyes turn red Filled eyes turn red The sadness that has been running down As fast as it can flee Terrified by the eyes Burning a hole in the ground Burning it down With a vision so low that you dirtied your knees Fingers carefully crossed as it helps to believe In this circle of ten separate shoes Would return to you So don't hang your head just yet I'm sure it takes away all the surprise Well it's already bare Sparks from the wooden match catches The morning awakened by the rise Pouring soil upon the ground Surrounding areas are all sunlight As the fire Begins to drown Never speaking a sound With a vision so low that you dirtied your knees Fingers carefully crossed as it helps to believe In this circle of ten separate shoes Would return to you So don't hang your head just yet I'm sure it takes away all the surprise Well it's already bare Sparks from the wooden match catches Yeah the sparks from the wooden match catches All the air from your mouth to mine