Hurry up run and stop
Draw and bust or win the pot
Call the shots
Or call for help when I'm not myself
And I'm all I've got
Nothing has happened yet
Blinking lights of leaving jets
What a mess
Incant a curse on
My holy church of cigarettes
But maybe that's a version of the truth
That I prefer to recollect to you
As if nobody knew
It could be east or west
A thousand miles, no difference
Nonetheless
The clouds a mirror and
The moon appears too brilliant
But maybe that's a version of the truth
That I prefer to recollect to you
As if nobody knew