Fly On The Windscreen - Ane Brun, Vince Clarke

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

Come here

Kiss me Now

Come here

Kiss me Now

Death is everywhere

The more I look

The more I see

The more I feel

A sense of urgency

Tonight

Come here (touch me)

Kiss me (touch me)

Now (touch me)

(touch me)

There are flies on the windscreen

There are lambs for the slaughter

There are flies on the windscreen

Come here (touch me)

Kiss me (touch me)

Now (touch me)

(touch me)

Come here (touch me)

Kiss me (touch me)

Now (touch me)

(touch me)