Hector's View

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