In love's golden ocean
No emotion
Fake a smile for charity

Cry in trauma for the drama
Oh no
Real love a golden rarity

Beautiful object
Ooh
I hang them from the walls and ceiling

What more can I do
I want to put my hands deep into feeling
Hands only get so far

Depth for me is just a possibility
And all my misguided desire
Will freeze me deep with pent-up hostility

What's the meaning of the mask
You can't be asked
Oh oh

Is life a social fiction?
Not to see but be seen
Oh no

Now that's a ghost's ambition
Beautiful object
Ooh

As if a pretty face is so revealing
Hey what I can do
If what I've got isn't as appealing

Beautiful object
Ooh
Soul is sold to portray a perfection

A beautiful object true
It's just a parody of a person