There's the fear that drives your
Every movement, reason, moment
That you know you've been waiting for
And when it comes, it'll be right won't it
The perfection, the bliss and undeniable
Existence of another soul to
Coexist with, and nothing else is viable
For the place in your soul, it's true
So understand when you know
You can't keep your eyes away
For more than a few seconds
It's a place where I've been
Before, where I am now
Where I never left, and don't
Think I ever will
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.