V1.
This isn't just an ordinary song
It's a song I wrote when I heard it
Singing away in my ears
Played on a piano in tears
I tried to see the right side of wrong
Now I'm tired, all I want to do is quit
Stop here, I need to hide fear
The time for my leaving is near
Chorus.
Running, running from this song
This song that just won't stop playing
I've found the place where I belong
I just want to stay, not run when I'm waking
No more escape
V2.
The swell of the sweetest notes
Their rise and crippling, crashing fall
Pulling me back with the tide
Taking me for a ride
I tried to see the words that you wrote
Now I'm tired, I don't want anything at all
Stop here, I have to rewind
The time for me decide
Chorus.
Running, running from this song
This song that just won't stop playing
I've found the place where I belong
I just want to stay, not run when I'm waking
Running, running from you
No more escape
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.