not in this town

now there's a cross

and a candle in glass,

an ad hoc memorial

where they shot his ass

wrong place to be

wrong place to be

what's it sound like?

a bullet going past?

a bullet going in  --

someone bleeds out fast?

everyone knows 

everyone knows 

we run diagonally 

through empty places 

that all used to be somewhere

we crouch and run 

over empty bridges 

when bullets are in the air

to keep your head, 

you keep it down

there's no one special 

in this town

no one special 

above the ground

not in this town

[[ guns in any city with too many guns, but maybe Sarajevo in particular. ']]