Use my advice, get a little lost
'Cause you'll lose yourself to it all
First let's go forwards
Backtrack when we're unsure
Turn right, or was it left
Who cares, it all leads towards
A place where we can be more
Than what we are, mere self
So come with me, no matter the cost
Because we'll fly when we fall
Straight up, up, away.
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.