Half of what I used to be
Yet wanting twice as much
Wishing on stars too bright
Complacency rescue me
Save me from thoughts as such
Rock me to sleep tonight
Every sound now what I see
Hurting at the slightest touch
What's happening to me, this night
Crying out, an empty plea
Words to heal, I long to clutch
Tell me when I'll be alright
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.