You move me in ways
No one else can do
You get me crashing
No where to hold on
You pull me to places
No one else has been
You get me so lost
No where to turn to
You push me to limits
No one else could try
You get me choking
No more air to breathe
Yes, I love you
No, I won't ever stop
Yes, I miss you
No, I won't ever stop
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.