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
(andy)
