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