Pistol

I forgot my pistol
I don't have my gun
When I shoot
I miss
I have to focus right now

The bids, the stakes
Are running very high
Dry throat
You see, my hands are tied

Glass bottles
Are stretched in an open line
Now you see my darling
It's my turn to shine

My hawk eyes
Will aim
I will strike you down
Now you see, I free my mind

If only it could be
Just a storyline
If only all this fiction
Stayed in my mind

Random dogs
Are barking
The night is very hot
All I see is my reflection
In the palm
And I know for certain
Tonight I get exposed
You will see my colors
Rising from the coast

If only it could be
Just a storyline
If only all this fiction
Stayed in my mind