Genesis( 创世纪合唱团 ) Fly On A Windshield 歌词

2.Fly On A Windshield

There's something solid forming in the air
And the wall of death is lowere in Times Square
No-one seems to care
They carry on as if nothing was there
The wind is blowing harder now
Blowing dust into my eyes
The dust settles on my skin
Making a crust I cannot move
And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the winshield on the
freeway