Have you seen it?
I left it here yesterday
Crying, it was crying
Bleeding, it was bleeding
Don't know why, do you?
Neither did I
Please try find it?
I fixed it here yesterday
Gasping, it was gasping
For air, for breath, for love
Something to keep it alive?
Don't know what, do you?
Neither did I
Don't let it die?
I held it here yesterday
Beating, it was beating
For one, just for one
Purpose? Person? Who?
Don't know who, do you?
Neither did I
Until the shock set in.
[My heart cries, bleeds, gasps, beats for you.]
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.