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