Take her to the room
Find out what's wrong
But there's nothing wrong with her
It's the reel
Of only one venture
Taking me back
To a stainless closure
Pull apart the little girl
Strapped on that X-ray
Pull apart the little churl
So she can't get away
Epic trouble in slumberland
Forgot the dreams that I had
Because of the trouble in my head
Septic colons spur the lift of the man
We write with a doubt in our head
We write with a doubt in our head
We write with a doubt in our head
We write with a doubt in our head
We write with a doubt in our head
Take her to the room, take her to the room
Find out what's wrong, there's nothing wrong with her
Filthy sand
Is all I had
With dreams of trouble
All I had
Was one woman