How Long?
Words & Music Cole Brightbill
Buried beneath these terrible lies
He can’t find a way
Robbed under his very own eyes
Still alone he lays
Way down deep, he still rides
on the thought of his last day
Underneath the roof where he hides
The world is
Slipping
to
Grey
Why, why can’t he find?
the truth to be told
is there any one out there?
No
(Chorus)
How long? How long does he need us?
How long? How much longer does he have?
Can’t climb the mountains of sorrow
Even the ones he didn’t make
You can tell he’s turning to madness
And after this he’s out to kill
Well, why?
Where does he come from anymore?
Behind the bars
There’s no where to go
(Repeat Chorus)
Copyright 2010 Cole Brightbill
EXODUS
Words & Music by Cole Brightbill
It’s hard, livin’ off strings
that’ll save your night and leave you sleepin’
it’s time to show the show
play the night and share your feelin’s
can we try to live our life
and forget about our kneelin’
gotta try
to run away
gonna sail the seven seas
gonna get ya tonight
gonna land someday now
waitin’ for the light
gonna be provocative
gonna be a fight
there’s gonna be a fight
When you find the exodus of my life
maybe then will you be free
when you see the reason I’m still sittin’ here alone
maybe then you will be free
nothin’ called the good ol’ days
do you see why
beaten by the sun’s rays
then turning to the right
quarter past the midnight hour
they started a riot
there’s gonna be a fight
how can’t you see the end
how can’t you understand
that I will
shoot to kill
and live my life
happy and known
own yeah!
When you find the exodus of my life
maybe then you will be free
Copyright 2009 Cole Brightbill
PSA 34
Words & Music by Cole Brightbill
I spend life watchin’ time on a line
Nothin’ I can do but sit there gazin’
I’m gonna take a turn in my life today
I can’t sleep, but what’s that gonna do
I’m gonna stop at the gates of hell
Turn around and come back wasted
I don’t know what’s comin’ tomorrow
But yesterday don’t show me well
This is PSA
Number 34
I don’t know why
You like me anymore
This is PSA
Number 34
I don’t really care
Who’s on my dance floor
This food ain’t gonna help my hunger no more
I don’t care if I”m deaf or dumb
I know you think I”m wrong right now but
Think if you were me you’d think no other
I spend life watchin’ time on a line
And yesterday don’t show me well
Copyright 2009 Cole Brightbill
