A little piece of you
And a fragment of our past
In the photo album
That lay quietly on the desk
Gathering dust, crumbling too
Rediscovered at long last
Before decay reached them
These pictures of our best
Our worst, highs and lows
The shine in our eyes
Faded now, gray now
Life that was, far gone now
Everything here shows
There's nowhere to hide
Torn now, all around
Life that was, they found it 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.