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
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
Translation: Genesis. Fly On A Windshield [live].
Translation: Genesis. Fly On A Windshield.
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
