Dull Day (The Dead Brothers)

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 Dull Day...