Poppyfields

Smoke is rising from the houses
People burying their dead
I asked somebody what the time is
But time doesn't matter to them yet....



People talking without speaking
Trying to get what they could get
I asked 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 a kind of control
But I wasn't one....



Now here I lie.........
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....




Cheers,
-Tim-