A Brief Time of Bullets

by Paul Terry (aka Cellarscape)

Genre: Rock

Lyrics

A BRIEF TIME OF BULLETS

The hook,
The point,
The one,
Clench your sides till shaking just might tourniquet the gun.

The black,
The red,
The mark,
Dust yourself off, dirt will just infect the scars.

Bad judgment, good reflection and
The silence is mine.

Can you stop the bullets please,
Before I take this hit?
Her kiss won’t wait much longer,
And I need this.

The end,
The count,
The five,
Ash consumption more times will not keep you alive.

The look,
The queue,
The heat,
Bless the creature for making time and causing us.

Bad judgment, good reflection and
The silence is mine.

Can you stop the bullets please,
Before I take this hit?
Her kiss won’t wait much longer,
And I need this.
Can you call the shots just once,
Before I go back there?
Her kiss feels so much closer,
And I need this.

The silence seems it’s on the wind,
And I believe it.
The silence seems to know me well.

The silence seems it’s on the wind,
And I believe it.
The silence seems to know me well.

You are everything I ever wanted,
And you are so much more.
You are everything I ever wanted,
And you are so much more.

© Words and music by Paul Terry. All rights reserved.