No once to catch
Me when I collapse
This rain, it's just
Beating me down
Weighing me down
Hear the sound
As I fall beneath
The burden of all
Of all, of all, of all
Then you call
And your voice
Helps me breathe
Then pulls me
Out of the depths
From underneath
The wreckage
But I'm broken in your arms
And you break me again
So when I'm broken
Breaking, crumbling
Blown away in the wind
Will you remember?
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.