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