Verse.
We started out as ordinary
Everything was typical
Left out the extraordinary
Conditions became critical
Over the preliminaries
My thoughts got cynical
Even in the heart of these
This was a dying miracle
Bridge.
Onwards now, don't turn your head
Tonight we'll make it to the end
Chorus
Honestly, truthfully
Elevate this simple song
Where the clouds above me
In a sea of blue cruise along
Now just close your eyes
Don't let the light crawl in
Only open them when I
When I come back again
[It's iconic, and it's ironic. Welcome.]
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.