There's one in the door
Leaving before
Anything more
Can come too quick
Click
This one will agree
It's not she
Who could ever be
More than a trick
Click
Watch her leave
Try not to grieve
Her fingers with yours weave
And all you'll hear
Is another click
Click click
Fucking sound
Echoes in my life
One, two, twenty-true
One comes, two go
Click click click
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.