Dancing On Glass
With your mouth around the bottle -- then you smash it on the hearthreach out for another one -- don't look back on the pasta chair through the window --then through the looking glassthe crystal splinters shimmer -- bathe the pavement in moon-dustlaughing in the crimson rain -- we feel no painwith shards in our soles we'll dance again and againoh again and again amidst the laughter in the crimson rainwith your mouth around the bottle -- then you smash it on the hearthforget tomorrow's mess -- because right now is the best...I guess we're dancing on glass...