Prospekt’s March / Poppyfields - Coldplay

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 can be as simple

As fish swimming round in a barrel?

When you've got the gun

Oh when I run, here it comes

We're just two little figures in a soup bowl

Trying to get to any kind of control

But I wasn't one

Now here I lie on my own in a separate sky

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