Chrome Waves

One hundred years from now
See the chrome, cam't hear it move
I'll meet
you on the way down
Wrapped around someone`s hand
We've all moved on from
here
The coloue's running dry
A drowsy line of wasted time
Bathes my
open mind
This strange machinery
Is keeping you from seeing me
I'll
meet you on the way down
Can't stay - unbearable to go