So remember where you go
Keep an eye out for those
People living in plastic places
They've got the fake faces
They smile like they mean it
But it's lies, I've seen it
Everything to begin with
Don't be fooled in this
So I'll keep in mind your
Fake place and plastic face
You made for me that night
And watch it break again
I won't stay for more
Of this, oh not a trace
Of me is going to remain tonight
Because I'm leaving on the next train
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.