The Spectre

Blue swirls around the metal Queen Today you told me I couldn't win Under the halo of your gloom I sank in a sea of perfumes Wandering on your old pavement I hear the deafening predicament The bar tender is asking how "I want it all, I want it now" Lying down under the windows You wish to sail where the wind blows So climb on my flying rug Let's ride, together, to the New World