[00:28.56]There's something solid forming in the air,
[00:35.75]The wall of death is lowered in Times Square.
[00:43.90]No-one seems to care,
[00:46.93]They carry on as if nothing was there.
[00:54.37]The wind is blowing harder now,
[00:56.80]Blowing dust into my eyes.
[01:00.96]The dust settles on my skin,
[01:03.99]Making a crust I cannot move in
[01:09.81]And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.