Mark Gardener - Chrome Waves lyrics

One hundred years from now, see the chrome, can't hear it move I'll meet you on the way down wrapped around somebody's hand We've all moved on from here, the colour'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 We've all moved on from here, the colour's running dry A drowsy line of wasted time bathes my open mind