Ghost Telephone Lyrics

Ypsi friend-group schism

Light passes through prism

But at night rainbow light

brightens up the minds of friends.

The place we met is gone

Somehow keeps its lights on

The phones we used are dead

Those txts always unread

But at night,

Blue-scale light

Brightens up the face of friends

Ypsi friend-group schism

Light passes through prism

The place we met is gone

But still I hear your song