No Twilight Within The Courts Of The Sun

Draggin' a lakeFind the owner of the voiceI zip in the bagAnd drove all across the noiseExamine the hairlineHis archives in the strandsHe turned into somethingThat puts the weakness in my handsI see what I supposeI breathe what I disposeBlack wheels get yellow in the sandI 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