What'll it be, let me ask you this
As we begin this silent night of bliss
Perhaps a quiet tune to start us off
Followed by the waltz, send spirits aloft
Do simple riffs embrace your ear
Or is it the complex you're craving to hear
Whatever you need, I'll play it for you
On this silent night of bliss, in a sea of dark blue
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.