Songtexte: Genesis. Lamb Lies Down On Broadway. Fly on a Windshield.

The sky is overcast and as Rael looks back a dark cloud is descending like a balloon into Times Squa

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

Rael starts to run away towards Columbus Circle. Each time he dares to take a look, the wall has mov

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