Letras de Fly on a Windshield

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