Fly On a Windshield
There's something solid forming in the air,
And the wall of death is lowered 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 in
And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the
Windshield on the freeway.
compositores da letra "Fly On a Windshield": Anthony Banks, Michael Rutherford, Peter Gabriel, Phil Collins, Steve Hackett
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