Prospekt's March
Thursday, November 27, 2008Prospekt's March
People bury in the 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 did I forget?
Drowns, here it comes
Don't you wish your life could be as simple
As fish swimming round in a barrel when you've got the gun
Oh, and around, here it comes
We're just two little figures in the soup bowl
Trying to get a kind of control, but I wasn't one
Now here I lie on my own in the separate sky
And here I lie on my own in the separate sky
I don't wanna die on my own here tonight
But here I lie on my own in separate sky
Now here I lie on my own in the separate sky
And here I lie on my own in the separate sky
I don't wanna die on my own here tonight
But here I lie on my own in separate sky