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 the other kind of control
But I wasn't one

Here I lie
On my own in a separate sky
Here I lie
On my own in a separate sky
I don't want to die
On my own here tonight
But here I lie
On my own in a separate sky