Prospekt's March / Poppyfields

Prospekt's March / Poppyfields Lyrics

Smoke is rising from the houses
People bury in the day
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't get
I ask you if you remember
Prospekt how could I forget

Drums, here it comes
Don't you wish your life could be as simple
As fishes 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 a kind of control
But I wasn't one

But here I lie 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