I refuse
To clean my shoes
Of dirt that bears the memory
Of where I've been
The remedy
That mends when aches begin
The hidden reverie
Tucked in a treasury
Within
The hidden reverie
Tucked in a treasury
Within
I refuse
To clean my shoes
Of dirt that bears the memory
Of where I've been
The remedy
That mends when aches begin
The hidden reverie
Tucked in a treasury
Within
The remedy
That mends when aches begin
The hidden reverie
Tucked in a treasury
Within