If you could hear me, would you listen to this?
Hopefully you'll understand why I'm here
As the world turns, round and round, we always miss
Very small things, so small, so quiet, even so near
Everyday, these little whispers are spoken to bliss
After all, who needs such useless things
Sigh, breathe, close your eyes, simply imagine
Ears to the wind, eyes wide shut so you can see blindly
Can you hear my voice, read my lips within?
Rain is coming, so is the thunder that crashes so loudly
Electrifying lightning to shadow my face from vision
This is all I wanted to say, look and listen, just look and listen
[Did you hear it?]
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.