Does it make everything
Blurred, for you to see?
Erasing anything
Drawn from you and me
Because with these fading days
There's unrest in the waves
Flowing from the radio
And they just make me so
Blurred in mind, in vision
And they bring me down
Right down to the collision
Of the broken soul's sound
Yeah, yeah sing it with me
The broken soul's sound is
All that I've found in
Ever silver lined cloud this
Sky has ever offered
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.