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Lyric

Cracked Glass Prayer

Ketra Sain

My screen is a spiderweb map

Thumbprints caught in the cracks

Your face breaks into four

When I tilt it back

I saw my name in the shine

And I looked away too fast

Little white cuts in the dark

Holding what can’t last

I wipe it clean

It only blurs

I fold my hands

And say your words

Cracked glass prayer

Keep me near

Cracked glass prayer

Pull me clear

I don’t say save me

But you know the shape

Cracked glass prayer

Carry me safe

Unread thread on the lock screen

One bar flickering low

Street cold on my fingertips

Nowhere left to go

Every face in the fracture

Looks like a door half shut

I keep my voice in my chest

And my chest is enough

I wipe it clean

It only blurs

I fold my hands

And say your words

Cracked glass prayer

Keep me near

Cracked glass prayer

Pull me clear

I don’t say save me

But you know the shape

Cracked glass prayer

Carry me safe

If you hear me

Through the split and the shine

If you find me

In the small, hard signs

I’m right here

In the jagged light

Hands on the glass

Till it turns to night

Cracked glass prayer

Keep me near

Cracked glass prayer

Pull me clear

I don’t say save me

But you know the shape

Cracked glass prayer

Carry me safe

  • Lyricist

    Lena Orwick

  • Composer

    Elian Korst

  • Producer

    Calen Rusk

  • Vocals

    Ketra Sain

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