Forehead furrow cringed... Forehead furrow cringed...

A Daily Guest... A Daily Guest...

But whenever I touch the instrument and pick it up to have a delightful time.I suddenly get stricken... But whenever I touch the instrument and pick it up to have a delightful time.I s...

Pretend to love the light of day! Pretend to love the light of day!

The room was lit dim And every inch in it felt grim. The room was lit dim And every inch in it felt grim.

What pride, what power? When did our intent get so dour? What pride, what power? When did our intent get so dour?