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