Built my home on hollow ground
Too proud to grow from my roots
I got a few friends and I wish they were mine
Can’t get close, till I bide my time
There’s a closet for the pretty ones (ooh)
They have no eyes but they’re a hell of a sight
Get too close and you’ll find a bridge between you
Cross it to find your synthetic light
Built my home on hollow ground
Too proud to grow from my roots
I got a few friends and I wish they were mine
Can’t get close, till I bide my time
There’s a man who lives in your favorite watch
He rides the second hand until he slips
He holds on tight, but no fail he falls at twelve and lands on six (phew)
Built my home on hollow ground
Too proud to grow from my roots
I got a few friends and I wish they were mine
Can’t get close, till I bide my time
There’s a school for trolls (a school for trolls)
That teaches them how to make a human cry (a human cry)
Tell them that they’re lovely then say (lovely, say)
You always lie
Built my home on hollow ground
Too proud to grow from my roots
I got a few friends and I wish they were mine
Can’t get close, till I bide my time
No I can’t get close
Till I bide my time