| Steven Wilson – No Twilight Within The Courts Of The Sun Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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Draggin' the lake Find the owner of the voice Zippin' the bag And drop off across the noise Examine the hairline As archives in the strands You're telling me something That puts the weakness in my hands I see, what I suppose I breathe, what I dispose Black wheels getting yellow in the sand I steal every idea that I can Instead of a person, a shadow's in the lake Instead of coercion, she blows its own grenade I'd live in a mansion, to dying in a car I reach corrosion, a suitcase in the dark Some taken from a live performance, much easier to hear the words, I'd say it's pretty close. |
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