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 yetPeople talking without speaking

Trying to take what they can get

I ask you if you remember

Prospekt, how could I forgetDrones, here it comes

Don't you wish your life could be as simple

As fish swimming around in a barrel?

When you've got the gunOh, and I run, here it comes

We're just two little figures in a symbol

Trying to get the other kind of control

But I wasn't oneNow here I'm on my, 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