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
Propekt, 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.
While you've got the gun?







Oh and I'll run

Here it comes...
We're just two little figures in a soup bowl
Trying to get behind a kind of control

When I wasn't one...

Here I lie>

On my own in a seperate sky...
Here I lie>
On my own in a seperate sky...

I don't want to die>
On my own, here, tonight
Here I lie>

On my own in a seperate sky...