I sometimes think that love is made of glass:
What once was dirt that traveled through the fire,
To now look at and through, and know the truth:
It’s burned and common things that take us
Higher
Love is Made of Glass
I sometimes think that love is made of glass:
What once was dirt that traveled through the fire,
To now look at and through, and know the truth:
It’s burned and common things that take us
Higher