Afi Story At Three Lyrics

Story At Three Lyrics

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.