When it tickles your fancy
You'll tune your ears to hear me
Fake your deafness more, come on
I dare you to not hear this
Because some bad news came along
And it's all about you, it is
Meanwhile, you ignore what falls
All around, brilliance in the starlight
Can you hear it, as it calls
Out your name, in this silent night
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.