And til I see her again
Before grace amazing takes me home
I'll trust in something worthwhile
That mightn't leave my side
Sing this song tonight
As you hold your lover's hand
Eyes locked onto mine
Lips barely touching
Breathe together
Pulse beat in time
Then wake up
From the apparition
Of a happily ever after
Fuck sleeping
All I get is brokenness
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.