With your mouth around the bottle — then you smash it on the hearth
Reach out for another one — don’t look back on the past
A chair through the window — then through the looking glass
The crystal splinters shimmer — bathe the pavement in moon-dust
Laughing in the crimson rain — we feel no pain
With shards in our soles we’ll dance again and again
Oh again and again amidst the laughter in the crimson rain
With your mouth around the bottle — then you smash it on the hearth
Forget tomorrow’s mess — because right now is the best…
I guess we’re dancing on glass…
