I thought that
Every inch closer
Was every mile less
Between us
Another minute
To hold you
Unknown to me
Was that the closer
You were, it made it
All the more harder
To see you
With failing eyes
But with these
These failing eyes
I watched you leave
Disappear into the dark
And with these
These failing eyes
I Will Follow You Into The Dark
*Inspired by the song*
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.