Shoes - Kommode

I would love to dance

If only I could crack some clues and find my shoes

My only shoes

You’re beaconing

Right before my eyes when I am good to go

I need you so

Intangible

If only being close meant being in my hands

At my command

My only shoes

With them I could have run away and come with you

And come with you

Confidence

Something shining through your voice, it’s like you know

More than I know

It’s up to you

You showed me what I want and what I could access

If I get less

You picked the spot (my weakest spot)

And nothing I have built will ever stand a chance

I tried my best

The evidence

The sudden burst of nothing like

I didn’t choose

Dreams, dreams

Drums, drums,

Shapes, shapes

Moves, moves

Lines, lines, lines

Grass, grass

Green, green, ooh

Lips, lips

Wine, wine