These bare bones are made of glass See through to the marrow as they pass Seek through the keyhole, a fate is cast Deep in the mirror smiling back In shapes like these, they run softly
Gardens grow in my eyes Oh, why do they? Gardens grow in my eyes Oh, why do they?
Seek what I seek in a blinding flash These bare bones are made of glass In shapes like these, they run softly
Trojan horses, trojan horses With all the children, all my children
I tell myself I wanna hide I tell myself I wanna be lied to Silent reader of my mind, do you know what I will ask of you? Tell me if you wanna hide Tell me if you wanna be lied to
