[Introductory Chorus 1] What can I read her What can I read her On a Sunday morning What can I do that will Somehow reach her On a Sunday morning [Verse 1] I'll read her the news of the Indian wars Of wielded cavalry, blood, and gore Stories to tame and charm and more On a Sunday morning [Pre-Chorus 1] Princess of the night Prophet of the...Learn More

[Verse 1] Oh, I got a whistle and a bird that sings this song I got a whistle and a bird that sings this song Oh, this gypsy girl, will sure make summer long [Verse 2] Lonesome feeling down on the killing floor I said, a lonesome feeling down on the killing floor, baby Break your lock and key, turn the poet out the door,...Learn More

Opening my eyes, Seeing the familiarity, The milky dawn Of a previously restful night; An instinctual feeling To suspend yourself In a room faded behind a certainty The thought of death Becomes atrocious, unbearable Same too, perhaps the memory of life, The realization that in a singular moment Time will not only transcend prospectively, But will...Learn More

[Introductory Verse 1] Glad you caught me for a star Glad you caught me for a star Love may seem to hesitate, but I'll Gather your weeping tears with sunlight And play the jailor to your heart [Verse 2] Artless, as an artless curiosity Artless, as an artless curiosity Though I’ll wonder from afar, I’ll gaze The heights of stardom seen [Chorus...Learn More