Glass Songtext
von Archer Oh

Sleeping in the thicket
Begging for a sound
Only getting shatters
Like glass
Like glass

The rosy spot
Trying to be a saint
Clear doesn′t describe it
Like glass
Like glass


Things are not what
I have known
You are not who
You have been

Things are not what
You have known
I am not who
I have been

Like glass
Like glass
It all feels in my hands
Like glass

Like glass
Like glass
It all feels in my hands
Like glass