These bare bones are made of glass

See-through to the marrow when they pass

Seek through the keyhole, a fate is cast

Deep in the mirror smiling back.

In shapes like these, they run softly.

Trojan horses, trojan horses.

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 with all the 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.