While the wine is running over
While the band played drunken sailor
Guests were eating mistletoe
Crushed velvet at the table
There were stars in clusters
Dizzied by smooth striped tights
Well I was flustered...but I tried
Still there must be something melting
Asphyxiating fumes of fear
Of what's perfectly unclear
Semiprecious crystal teardrops
Chiseled from a heart of stone
Marbled walls of pinkish white
There were stars in clusters
Dizzied by smooth striped tights