Текст песни Genesis - Fly On A Windshield

The sky is overcast and as Rael looks back a dark cloud is descending
like a balloon into Times Square. It rests on the ground and
shapes itself into a hard edged flat surface, which solidifies
and extends itself all the way East and West along 47th Street
and reaching up to the dark sky. As the wall takes up its tension
it becomes a screen showing what had existed in three dimensions,
on the other side just a moment before. The image flickers and
then cracks like painted clay and the wall silently moves forward,
absorbing everything in its path. The unsuspecting New Yorkers
are apparently blind to what is going on.

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.

Rael starts to run away towards Columbus Circle. Each time he
dares to take a look, the wall has moved another block. At the
moment when he thinks he’s maintaining his distance from the
wall, the wind blows hard and cold slowing down his speed. The
wind increases, dries the wet street and picks up the dust off
the surface, throwing it into Rael’s face. More and more dirt
is blown up and it begins to settle on Rael’s skin and clothes,
making a solid layered coat that brings him gradually to a terrified
stillness. A sitting duck.

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.