Glass
Clayne
Wait here, hopefully
Weaving black like a color
Lost in the leaves
Place hands carefully
Over glass like a cover
Break easily
Just for me
Blending skillfully
Into backgrounds unnoticed
Right next to me
Watching patiently
Open up like a lotus
Enveloping
Everything
In a glass world
Going faster
On our slipping feet
In a past life
In a glass world
Going faster
On our slipping feet
In a past life