A Story at Three

Again and again they blend into one My father the morning pushes through my moonlight love So what's sleep, sleep, sleep? I'm tired, so tired, so tired But it seems that there's someone here with me We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we're awaiting Deathless ones We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we're awaiting Deathless ones A story at three with the shrillest of cries My mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes So what's sleep, sleep, sleep? I'm tired, so tired, so tired But it seems that there's someone here with me We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we're awaiting Deathless ones We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we're awaiting Deathless ones I hear the morning choir Sing to me their elegy I hear the morning choir Sing to me their elegy I hear the morning choir, so beautiful Sing to me their elegy I hear the morning choir, they sing to me Sing to me their elegy, requiem I hear the morning choir Sing to me their elegy We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we're awaiting Deathless ones We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we're awaiting Deathless ones