No Twilight Within The Courts of The Sun - Steven Wilson

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

[?] shadows in the lake
[?] in a car
[?] in the dark

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