It's a time when the world is quietest
All is laid to rest
It's too early for the sun to rise
Too late for it to set
I'll stand here on this silent hill
Watching every motion
The rise and fall of life, and still
Have eyes for your stormy ocean
The world could lay to waste
Time could stop and cry
For the time I spent for you
The time you're on my mind
Nothing else will matter
When the waters take you o'er
But I'll rescue you again
It's why I'm here, and nothing more
No life would be worth living
Without a saving heart
So for you I'll always be
Your ever present Lifeguard
The world could lay to waste
Time could stop and cry
For the time I spent for you
The time you're on my mind
The world could lay to waste
Time could stop and cry
But the day I'm not around
Is the day I've left to...
[The last word is the hardest to write. Always. Breathe, and it's gone.]
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.