Trojan Horses

　　Trojan Horses - Agnes Obel

　　These bare bones are made of glass

　　See-through to the marrow and 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 childrenwith 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