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 moondust
laughing in the crimson rain-we feel no pain with shards in out soles we'll dance again and again oh again and again amidst the laughter and 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...
