Prospekts March

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