V1.
Eyes awake, mind wide open
The air is still, the breeze is silent
Shaking hand, is the only motion
Left in this night, such lonely movement
Sleepless in September, cry the night away
V2.
Every innovation failing
Time is waiting, not for me
Serving none, taking all prevailing
Less of me remains, could I be
Sleepless in September, watch the night away
V3.
Evening came, and left me here
Turned to dark, so soon, too fast
Slipped away, now dawn is near
Lies awake, my trembling heart
Sleepless in September, till the break of day
[Every. Time. Someone. Lies. Sleepless.]
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.