Look outside, dark as night could get
Soft sound of rain as it hits the ground
In this blackness, what are you thinking of?
Spare a thought for me, just a split second
Listen, you hear that? It's rolling, rolling
Building, rising, roaring, ripping through this night
Louder than anything this world could know
And it's bringing with it just a split second
There! And there, again! Blazing through the sky
Hurtling from heaven at a thousand miles a second
This lightning, offspring of the growling thunder
Crashing consummation, all in a split second
All I want from you is just some lightning with no thunder
Can you spare me this? Just this split second?
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.