Steven Wilson - No Twilight Within the Courts of the Sun lyrics

Draggin' a lake Find the owner of the voice I zip in the bag And drove all across the noise Examine the hairline His archives in the strands He turned into something That puts the weakness in my hands I see what I suppose I breathe what I dispose Black wheels get yellow in the sand I steal every idea that I can (something something) shadows in the lake (something) she (something) beside (something) (something something) in a car (something something) in the dark