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
But here I lie on my own in a separate sky
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
But here I lie on my own in a separate sky
Lyrics submitted by BIRDDUDE830
Prospekt's March / Poppyfields Lyrics as written by Guy Rupert Berryman Christopher Anthony John Martin
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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So beautiful, I love this song so much!