Old Shoes
Emanuele Tabarrini
Smoking hidden near the stairs
Simply laughing half the time
Recollections of carefree guys
Oh, back then we had no cares
Remember how we were free, foolish and confused
I miss traveling in space with my old shoes
Isolated you can't be blind
Introspection isn't hard to find
I'm feeling like a tramp limping in the wild
I'm feeling like a lost child
The more I see these old pics
The more I think of all the small things
We're growing faster and faster
We can't stop but I would like to
Remember how we were free, foolish and confused
I miss traveling in space with my old shoes
Remember how we were free, foolish and confused
I miss traveling in space with my old shoes