Sarajevo, 1984

Take the bridge, and mix the cards
If we run fast enough, there is no reason to be caught
Different to who I am, to who I was
The feeling that growing old tastes bad

Dogs running nowhere
Fiends stacked on the stairs

Hard to stand on a soapy crooked floor
Big boy
Understand I'll be falling once more
Balance is what I look for
Today, tonight, tomorrow