By/My/Song

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