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

(something something) shadows in the lake

(something) she (something) beside (something)

(something something) in a car

(something something) in the dark