I'll make a toast
To the one who said
"I have a dream."
And a fine dream it was
Such a pity
We let his dream down
Raise your glass
For he who said
"This is our moment."
The moment that never came
Oh the shame, the shame
We let our moment pass
Drink with me
Just this little cheer
Let's get wasted
For tomorrow
Tomorrow is something else
We just might not make 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.