(Oh thank you)

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
(Oh yeah)

Come here
Kiss me
(Yeah)

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)
(Touch me) (oh yeah)
(Touch me) (oh)
Come here (touch me)
Kiss me (touch me)
(Touch me)
(Touch me)

Come here
Kiss me

There are flies on the windscreen
There are lambs for the slaughter
There are flies on the windscreen (oh yeah)

Come here (touch me)
Kiss me (touch me)
(Touch me)
(Touch me)
Come here (touch me)
Kiss me (touch me)
(Touch me)
(Touch me)
Come here (touch me)
Kiss me (touch me)
(Touch me)
(Touch me)
Come here (touch me)
Kiss me (touch me)
(Touch me)
(Touch me)
(Touch me)
(Touch me)
(Touch me)
(Touch me)
(Touch me)
(Touch me)
(Touch me)
(Touch me)
Kiss me

(Thank you)

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Martin Gore