V1.
It's a silent hill when the view is gone
So much time to kill, when the talk is done
Question after question, queuing in my mind
I know, it's not much, but it's keeping me alive
V2.
"Welcome home," she said, "my dearest friend."
"I've missed you so, from start to end."
As she hugs you, deep inside, you're so confused
Does she mean it, or does she hide the truth
Chorus.
This old piano's falling to pieces, made from ash, falling to dust
Play a note, the key crumbles, and the string snaps from rust
Not since you left, has it been played a single note
Sleepless now, I remember every song that I wrote
My heart needs a song for the beating
A dream when I'm sleeping, my restless sleeping
V3.
Crying to sleep, it's so pointless you know
Nothing's achieved, when you cry for tomorrow
Tomorrow when it comes, it's not as great
When you wanted it, yet everywhere else is fake
Chorus.
This old piano's falling to pieces, made from ash, falling to dust
Play a note, the key crumbles, and the string snaps from rust
Not since you left, has it been played a single note
Sleepless now, I remember every song that I wrote
My soul needs a reason to stay here
A life to believe in, to know hope is near
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.