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

Trojan horses, trojan horses
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, 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