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
Try to take what they can get
I ask you if you remember
Prospekt how could I forget
 [bad word] Here [bad word] Don’t you wish that life can be as simple?
As fish swimming round in a barrel when you’ve got the gun
Oh and [bad word] Here [bad word] Were just two little figures in a simple
Trying to get behind a kinder control
But I wasn’t one

But here I lie
On my own in a separate sky
And here I lie
On my own in a separate sky
I don’t want to die
On my own, here, tonight
But here I lie
On my own in a separate sky