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…