Best leave the light off
Let the shadows scream
As we sit or lie here
Clasping hands now
Killing hours till dawn
Last words not enough
In this quiet scene
Give me reason clear
Heavy-eyed now
Till the early morn
Can you
Only you
Never let
Vision set
Even when
Reality then
Steals away
All our days
Talk to me
In here
Only here
Not there
Say it now
[Shush]
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.