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...