Lyrics:

There's Something Solid Forming In The Air,
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