Rearranging The Bones Better Than Ezra

(Written by Kevin Griffin)
(Hila helped me out too!)

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

[Ohh....]

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