Prospekts 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 the other kind of control
But I wasn't one
But here I lie on my own in a seperate sky
And here I lie on my own in a seperate sky

I don't wanna die on my own here tonight
But here I lie on my own in a seperate sky