Tekstovi: Radical Face. Body Song.

In my dream you were on a table
With an incision in your belly
I reached my hands inside you
But in there you were empty

I searched through your body
While I watched you blink up at me
I almost asked you a question
'Till I felt something scraping at my palm
Was it your soul? or some kind of creature?
Oh, Lord, I don't know, I don't know
I didn't wait to find out
Yeah, I tucked tail and ran