Magic Dirt - X-Ray lyrics

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