Lying here
This grassy hill
Staring at the sky
That blue, blue sky
Nothing's brighter
Shining higher
Than the sun
That blessed sun
Moving slowly
Crawling through
A single cloud
That lone, white cloud
Scarring the blue sky
Hiding my sun
That blue, blue sky
That blessed sun
The scarring cloud
That smothers light
Shadowed in the day
Isn't it nice to know
Its lining
Is silver
Isn't it nice to know
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.