This could be just another way
I'm slinging out these words
Rushing in my mind like rain
Thought of then gone, blurred
Lift me up? No, let me down
Don't get these hopes too high
I can't escape this tired town
Believe me, it's true, I've tried
Mutualism's how we survived
All these damn years, too long
Dry and salty now, tears we cry
To finally know we don't belong
Saddle up the horses, time to leave
Yeah, we're getting lost together
Nowhere, that's where we'll be
It's better that way, far better
[Don't look back. Please don't.]
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.