So I'll fade into a distant memory
From a once off meet, to a forgotten
One of those we knew, never too well
Because more means less for those
Whom we need to cherish
And less means more for you
To pass on to those you love
So once I've faded from memory
From our first meet, now forgotten
One which I'll remember so well
Because you weren't just one of those
Whom I wouldn't want to cherish
And hold, just tell you
That it's you I love
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.