Should missing you hurt this much?
Waiting for the day to turn
Just so I can watch another unfold
Yet again
Without you?
Simply put, I miss your voice and touch
While this paper burns
Jet flames that warm the biting cold
Yet again
Without you.
Saying these lines as such
Won't show what my heart yearns
Jump off this cliff with me, be bold
Yes, again
Just me and 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.