歌词
There's something solid forming in the air
And the wall of death is lowere 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
And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the winshield on the freeway
专辑信息
9.Dusk
12.Stagnation
15.Seven Stones
18.The Knife
29.It
31.More Fool Me
33.Horizon's
35.Time Table
37.Harlequin
40.The Lamia
44.Ravine
47.Anyway
54.In The Cage