Glass Friends

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