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 and 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...
Compositores: Christopher Anthony John Martin (A Martin) (PRS), Guy Rupert Berryman (Coldplay) (PRS), Jonathan Mark Buckland (Jon Buckland) (PRS), William Champion (Coldplay) (PRS)Editor: B M G Music Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #2988325 em 07/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM