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.
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.