Story At Three — текст песни (A.F.I. (AFI))

Again and again they blend into one,
my father the morning pushes through moonlight love.
So what`s sleep? Sleep.
I`m tired, so tired, but it seems that there`s someone here with me.
We are the wakeful, wry, 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.
I hear the morning choir sing to me their elegy.
So beautiful.
They sing to me their elegy. Requiem.