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