'Cause that's where I'm stuck
I don't want to be here, mind you
And the quickest escape
Would most likely be
My biggest mistake
I could possibly make
So possibly with a bit of luck
I'll leave before too soon
Then I can hold your hand
Without anyone knowing
Who or why we do what we do
Nothing between it all
First thing's first though
I need to know who you are
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.