Dancing on Top of the Glass

Nothing is going to happen,

Nothing is going to pass,

Dancing at half past eleven,

Dancing on top of the glass.

Dancing to find a solution,

Dancing to find a way out,

The chatter of revolution

Turning around and around.

Faraway cliffs in the moonlight

Faraway lands of the dream

Moving away on a cold night

Always not what they seem.

Running away in despair,

Running and finding some cash,

Trying to be a bit fair,

Ending in a car crash.

So nothing is going to happen,

Nothing is going to pass,

Dancing at half past eleven,

Dancing on top of the glass.