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...