There's some point you reach
It seems to be too far beyond
Your capacity before you breach
The fine line between right and wrong
It's to question if you truly
Have a place right here to belong
Whilst all around you it's so unruly
Like hell's so quickly come and gone
But don't let it get to your head
That there's hopelessness in this song
There's still so much left to be said
So hold my hand and just come along
With me, 'cause this journey's lonely
And no matter how lost we are among
All the ins and outs of this life only
We can look back at the past and say
So long
Without a backwards glance
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.