i was feeling raped by my desire to give so much that i had to lose but giving isn t something you can choose when time lies dead hey we could put on our shoes we can celebrate while our hearts break and go laughing through that noose hey we could put our shoes back on trample down the flowers that grow on the ones we ve loved i hear you fell off your shoes running into town there was so much you had to do in a crowded station too crying on your knees running running running into that blue dancing dancing dancing the party through it s a party for our demise hey we could melt them down for glue those horses that once carried our dreamings through that same old blue