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