no twilight within the courts of the sun

Steven Wilson

Dragginââ?¬â?¢ 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