No, I don't sleep till three in the morning
Or four, five, six when the dawn's breaking
Tell me, is it normal, to stay awake
Heavy in though and mind of nothing but
Images and memories and integrities
Numberless possibilities and lies to lead
Glowing in the darkness so calming
Thousands, they said, thousands of reasons
Only one really matches
Let me imagine it for a little while
In this semi-catatonic state
Vapour of an existence I'll
Evade the truth as long as it can wait
From it all, I don't want to live
Or die, either way it's a chance to give
Rise to a sleep that's permanently affective
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.