Coldplay — Prospekts March / Poppyfields

[Part I: Prospekt's March] 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 could 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 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 [Part II: Poppyfields] [Instrumental]