Black Chandelier

Youâ€ve been caught in the middle of a wedding crash We are lost in a ritual of all the late greats of Jazz All we need is a wrecking ball with shredded glass To scrape slowly round my shoulders No Iâ€ll never get tired of red I never said I was soft

Drip, drip, drip Drip, drip, drip Drip, Drip, Drip Drip, drip, drip Drip, drip, drip I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes I know its daft, but I guess I know it deep inside It feels like we're ready to crack these days, you and I