PROSPEKT’S MARCH / POPPYFIELDS

Smoke is rising from the houses
People burying their dead
I ask somebody what the time is
But time doesn’t matter to them yet
People talking without speaking
Trying to take what they can get
I ask you if you remember
Prospekt how could I forget?
Drums!
Here it comes
Don’t you wish that life could be as simple
As fish swimming round in a barrel when you’ve got the gun?
Oh and I run
Here it comes
We’re just two little figures in a soup bowl
Trying to get behind some kind of control
But I wasn’t one
But here am I on my own in a separate sky
And here I lie on my own in a separate sky

I don’t wanna die on my own here tonight
And here I lie on my own in a separate sky