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...