Ada sesuatu yang solid terbentuk di udara,
The wall of death is lowered in Times Square.
Dinding kematian diturunkan di Times Square.
No-one seems to care,
Tidak ada yang peduli,
They carry on as if nothing was there.
Mereka membawa seolah-olah tidak ada apa-apa di sana.
The wind is blowing harder now,
Angin bertiup lebih keras sekarang,
Blowing dust into my eyes.
Meniup debu ke mataku.
The dust settles on my skin,
Debu mengendap di kulit saya,
Making a crust I cannot move in
Membuat kerak aku tidak bisa masuk
And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.
Dan aku melayang seperti seekor lalat, menunggu kaca depan di jalan bebas hambatan.