Clash - Cornelius

On that cold winter day

At that club

You and I met

It had been a long time

Playing on that stage

That skinny guy

Hitting his drum

Banging his cymbal

Crash!

A row of glasses

Sitting on the table

I choose one

I pick it up

As I lift it to my lips

I saw you

You looked into my eyes

I felt it slip away

Crash!

Now it’s broken

My glass is in pieces

Gather them together

Melt them down with fire

Now I can make

A glass figurine

It looked like somebody

Maybe Mick Jones?

Clash!