Rearranging the Bones - Better Than Ezra

I wanna know what’s inside

I slip into your house

Well I can’t take for granted

How your bones are planted

What things appear to be

They’re just illusions to me

I wanna get inside and move around

I wanna get inside and swirm all around

This is my work of art

Pull back the skin

Rearrange the bones

The ground beneath the grass

The truth behind the lie

The love between the hate

Woah, but it’s the skin you see

And it’s the skin you want

This is my work of art

Pull back the skin

Rearrange the bones

It’s not the skin that matters

It’s not the skin that matters

It’s not the skin, it’s the bones

Don’t lay your troubles on me

When you refuse to see

One hundred years from now

It’s the bones you’ll see

On hundred years from now

What’s left of you and me

This is my first… hell-no

Pull back the skin

Blow upon the bones

Hold your hand up to the light

Hold your lies up to the light

Hold your hate up to the light

You see the gnarled, twisted and broken… bones