When I've found them all
Every little piece that
Flew in a million directions
After hearing I should
Give up, shouldn't spend
Any more effort on her
The calmness of delivery
Shattered me more than
Anything else did
The truth in the words
I'll never choose to believe
Maybe it's all just a dream
Yeah, that's it
You can wake me up now
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.