Dancing On Glass

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 gla*s 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 gla*s...