Dragging a lake
Find the owner of the voice
Zippin' the bag
And draw a bolt across the noise
Examine the hairline
There's archives in the strands
You're telling me something
That puts a weakness in my hands
I see, but I suppose
I breathe, but I dispose
Black wheels, yellow in the sun
I steal, every idea like you
Instead of a person, there's shadows in the lake
Instead of coercion, she blows beside ( )
Clare's ( ) immersion, there's ( ) in the car
Never make commotion, a suitcase in the dark
Find the owner of the voice
Zippin' the bag
And draw a bolt across the noise
Examine the hairline
There's archives in the strands
You're telling me something
That puts a weakness in my hands
I see, but I suppose
I breathe, but I dispose
Black wheels, yellow in the sun
I steal, every idea like you
Instead of a person, there's shadows in the lake
Instead of coercion, she blows beside ( )
Clare's ( ) immersion, there's ( ) in the car
Never make commotion, a suitcase in the dark