There'll be a tune to rock you
One that'll shake and shatter
Make you scream till you're blue
Cry like it doesn't matter
Soon comes the song to hold
Melt in your hands when touched
Keep you warm in the darkest cold
Another to shake off the dust
Every harmony, melody
It becomes another remedy
For an aching heart, to calmest soul
Wait for the song, to your heart it will call
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.