Whether they're from a day
Or a month, a year ago
Reality is, that the price to pay
Slowly catches up, you know
Even when they're so faint
Why? Oh I don't really understand
It's just a simple scratch to take
That reminds me, when it can
How to not make the same mistake
Everyone sees every one
And every one feels like hell
Can't they just fade in the sun
Heal with time, that only tells
Could you give me a reason
Undermine my insanity
To save myself?
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.