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 the other kind of control but i wasn't one
but here i lie on my own in a seperate sky and here i lie on my own in a seperate sky i don't wanna die on my own here tonight but here i lie on my own in a seperate sky
Writer/s: CHRISTOPHER ANTHONY JOHN MARTIN, GUY RUPERT BERRYMAN, JONATHAN MARK BUCKLAND, WILLIAM CHAMPION
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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Justin from Roseville, CaThis was a song I felt, if it WAS finished in time, should have been placed right in the middle of the Viva La Vida album. There is something so haunting and sweeping about this song. It would have halted the VLV album and would have allowed the listener time for reflection. My favorite song of the VLV, Prospekt's March combination. A wistful, dark blue day resonates from this song. It's amazing how songs like this one can create such emotion, if in the right mood, and lift you into another world.
Sid from Vancover, Bcthis is a feakin awsome song!!!!!