Besedila: The Hoosiers. The Illusion Of Safety. Sarajevo.

We were the lucky few
A luck we soon outgrew
And now instead we drift again
How I miss Sarajevo

Oh, we were lost at sea
To pause for thought, then we
Slip beneath the foam
And fall down to the seabed

Good times die young
For the faraway kids on the run
Nowhere to hide the faraway kids
The faraway kids

At night my soul sets sail
In minute detail
When I wake I cry
For I've lost Sarajevo

Oh, the charges lacked all proof
And failed to light the fuse
For the Little Brutes
But I forsook Sarajevo

Good times die young
For the faraway kids on the run
Nowhere to hide faraway kids
Faraway kids

Good times die young
For the faraway kids on the run
Nowhere to hide faraway kids
Faraway kids

Faraway kids
The faraway kids
The faraway kids
The faraway kids

The faraway kids
The faraway kids
The faraway kids

Faraway kids
Faraway kids

I can't outrun
The terrible things I have done
I can't outrun faraway kids
Faraway kids

We, we were the lucky few
A luck we soon outgrew
And now instead we drift again
How I miss Sarajevo
Drift again, I miss Sarajevo

Faraway kids
Faraway kids
Faraway kids
Faraway kids

Faraway kids
Faraway kids
Faraway kids
Faraway kids

Faraway kids
Faraway kids
Faraway kids
The faraway kids, yeah