Glass (玻璃) - Luunes

Composed by：Anna Clare Milat/Samuel Timothy Litchfield

I've got a new

I've got a new

I've got a new

Problem now

I'm letting you

I'm letting you

I'm letting you

I wish you were made of glass

So I could see throgh you

I wish you were made of glass

But I looked it to choose you

I've got a new

I've got a new

I've got a new

Problem now

I'm letting you

I'm letting you

I'm letting you

Under now

I wish you were made of glass

So I could see through you

I wish you were made of glass

But I looked it to choose you

Well I feel this way I can't explain

I feel this way I can't explain

I feel this way I can't explain

Well I feel this way I can't explain

I feel this way I can't explain

I feel this way I can't explain

I can't explain

I wish you were made of glass

So I could see through you

I wish you were made of glass

But I looked it to choose you

I wish you were made of glass

So I could see throgh you

I wish you were made of glass

But I looked it to choose you

But your skin is born

Skin is born

Skin is born

Skin is born