[Lyric] Ballad Of The Songbird (Totem Of The Heart)

[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 dune
Starlight seldom seen

Crimson of the apple
Crimson of the light
Darling of the angel grown deep within the night
[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

[Instrumental Break 1]
(Glad you caught me)
(Glad you caught me)
(For a star)
(Glad you caught me)
(Glad you caught me)
(For the star)

(Shе’s our summer millionaire)
(You know her thrills)

[Breakdown]
Drеams on small comforts
From wartime ‘till dusk
Your flash bides a thrill
And the world's got you standing still

Mastiff came in quick-fire
Yearning for release
Does dawn subdue your restless flight
And rave your nearing light?
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Scattered love as stars do shine
Intrepid journeys bold
Betwixt the souls of those benign
Shrill as those who call

[Pre-Chorus 1 Reprise]
Princess of the night
Prophet of the dune
Starlight seldom seen

Crimson of the apple
Crimson of my eye
Darling of the angel grown deep within the night

[Chorus 1]
Ballad of the songbird, untameable as flies
Infinity for trial, keeling from the eyes
Triumph from the lover, ragged in your light
Cobwebs stun the face between those lies

[Verse 2]
I'll flood the gates that you impart
Clear the seafoam at your heart
Chant your song, your destined part
On a Sunday morning
[Instrumental Break 1]

[Verse 3]
Your plates will drift beyond the sea
Your fire dimmed of eucrasy
Your hands hindered of middle C

[Instrumental Break 2]

[Verse 4]
Your waves that fleck the diatom
Your themes that preach on sacred psalms
Your sprouting forecast, bitter qualms
On a Sunday evening

[Chorus 1]
Ballad of the songbird, untameable as flies
Infinity for trial, keeling from the eyes
Triumph from the lover, ragged in your light
Cobwebs stun the face between those lies

[Breakdown 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

[Outro Chorus 2 (Sung Softly/Slowly)]
Ballad of the songbird, untameable as flies
Infinity for trial, keeling from the eyes
Triumph from the lover, ragged in your light
Cobwebs stun the face between those lies