Lyrics

THE NEW RULE

it’s the old rule that drunks have to argue
and get into fights
the lover is just as bad: he falls into a hole
but deep in that hole he finds something shining
worth more than any amount of money or power
he finds something shining
last night the moon came
dropping her cloths in the street
i took it as a sign to start singing
i took it as a sign
falling up into the bowl of sky
the bowl breaks, everywhere is falling
everywhere
nothing else to do

here’s the new rule: break the wine glass
and fall towards the glassblower’s breath


English translation of Rumi poem by Coleman Barks