Beyond a title is the story
For morning glory and wind in the sails
And a number on the table
Waiting to be called
She does not wish to hear the insipid
Ranting's of the mind of the troubled called few
What is it that she wants from me
What is it that she longs to know
The mind falls into a demons lair
The spirits have guided me to this land
Chromium so long ago
Knowing what she doesn't want
Over a few from me to you