Fly On The Windscreen.
(Martin L. Gore)
Death is everywhere.
There are flies on the windscreen, for a start.
Reminding us, we could be torn apart.
Tonight.
Death is everywhere.
There are lambs for the slaughter, waiting to die.
And I can sense the hours slipping by.
Tonight.
Death is everywhere.
The more I look, the more I see.
The more I feel a sense of urgency.
Tonight.
Come here.
Kiss me.
Now.
Come here.
Kiss me.
Now.
5 comments:
Genius.
I like that!
By the way, it's your move on Scrabulous. Stupid FB didn't notify me you'd played. This could be the longest game in history. :-S
man, that windscreen is really dirty.
Lol. Why do you think there's a fly on it?
Simple and truthful song. Live while you can.
A simple fly - ready to die.
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