Glass Friends
Dominic Curseri, Ramon Wehrle
All my friends are made out of glass
They are waiting for the time to pass
The sun is almost in position
Prussian blue and red in friction
Standing still cause
Silence is the key
Glass is always made with sand and heat
It feels like a dawn in fall
When sun rays hit the glass
And break apart
Dispersion
It's a spectrum of
The things we love
Projections in a cinema
Through you
It feels like a dawn in fall
When sun rays hit the glass
The crystal guts
The chandelier
Of bones
And veins
Then burst apart
Into a haze
That reaches far
Into the dark
A color blaze
All my friends are made out of glass
Now they're waiting for the sun to pass