Gone somewhere, somewhere I don't know
Underneath this velvet sky with diamond dust
I'll wait for something, something to show
Direct me home, where my heart lies in rust
Even though it's got no one to trust
Maybe this time
Everything will shine
Hold my hand please, don't let go
Only for this one night, please, I'm begging you
My fear is only for you alone to know
Even though you won't listen too
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.