Píseň: Fly On A Windshield
- Interpret:
- Genesis
- Album:
- The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway
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.
The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway (1974)
1. The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway
2. Fly On A Windshield
6. The Grand Parade Of Lifeless Packaging
8. Hairless Heart
13. The Waiting Room
15. The Supernatural Anaesthetist
17. Silent Sorrow In Empty Boats
18. The Colony Of Slippermen
