Dull Day

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