Can we play a little game just to pass the time
So I can be distracted from these heavy thoughts in my mind
I tried to sing it all away but they broke right through
And now it's worse than what it was because I'm thinking of you
I struggle when I try to find the words for this
It's too hard to speak when your heart is falling to bits
And every call between us makes it even harder to breathe
And every breath that follows feels like I've been cut open to bleed
I find myself holding onto the phone
Praying for your call in the times I feel so alone
But I feel like a fool, hoping and praying
For something that'll never happen, not in this life that I'm staying
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.