A Story At Three

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)
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)
We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we're awaiting
(Deathless ones)
We are the wakeful, wry, and watchful, we're awaiting
(Deathless ones)