Now I ask myself
Over and over again if
There's any sincerity
Hidden in these words
In my tears and my
Numbing pains
God, does anything remain
Baby, there's a reason
Underneath all this treason
That I'm singing these lines
Look into these blurry eyes
If you can even hold my gaze
Establish a place there, and then
Simply throw me away
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.