Tell me you remembered me
I dare you to lie like that
Or say you gave a damn
Just try it, it's easy
You only need to change
A single word, and it's
All ok, like it never
Was a problem
So I dare you, I fucking do
To say the line you've
Been saving for me
Say it, say
"I'm sorry"
Oh I dare you to
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.