The light from the window

Falls on the floor

And after it breaks

I cut my feet

On the little bright pieces

I glow in the dark

But only when night falls

It's falling it's falling

It falls





My head is a night-club

Club-clubbed to dull drums

Beating to slow

To dance or to breathe or to dance

I insist that you cut in

I a la flambe

I'm drinking i'm drinking

I'm drunk






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